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The Birthday Surprise

Run. That was the first thing that came to mind when I saw that the little window at the top right corner of the tenebrous room was cracked open. This could be the only opportunity I had to escape. The only chance I had to survive. So I went for it. The window was right at my fingertips when I fully extended my arms. I made sure that the bag full of supplies I have been sneaking was tied around my waist, and I listened at the heavy metal door for the last time to make sure that no one was coming down the corridor. I jumped up and hung from the ledge of the window, the rusty metal cutting into my palms, and I started to climb up the brick wall. Just as i put my head out of the little window I hear heavy footsteps trudging down the hall. I knew it was him. I jumped down as fast as I could and closed the window enough for him to not notice it. I threw my bag of supplies inside a loose brick in the wall and quickly retied my hands and feet to the metal plumbing pipe running from the top of the wall to the bottom. The footsteps were becoming louder and louder as he approached the door. The metal latch on the door screeched like nails on a chalkboard and before I knew it he was standing right in front of me.

The wretched aroma of cigarette smoke and liquor lingered off of his clothes. He looked as if he hasn't showered in days. His clothes stained with what looked like oil, his face rough with facial hair, his crooked and chipped teeth the color of caramel with black spots for cavities, and his hair coated with a layer of an oily substance that looked as if it was the skin of a wet seal. He bent down far enough to be inches from my face. His crooked smile faded and he asked me the same question he asked me yesterday. Where is the heirloom? I looked at him with disgust. I was so tired of hearing that question. So what do I decide to do? Like a dumbass I spit in his face. There was no way in hell I was telling him where the heirloom was. My parents worked so hard to keep it a secret I wasn't about to screw that all up. He wiped the saliva from his face and grabbed the switchblade from his right back pocket. He pressed the point of the blade to a wound on my torso. I grimaced. It felt like a billion pins entering my skin at once. He twisted the blade reopening my wound all of the way and I screamed in pain. He took the switchblade out of my torso and fell to his knees. He looked at me again for what seemed like forever.

He laughed at me and slurred," Oh Sara, you just never learn do you. I ask one ssssimple queshtion and you just look at me like I'm some, some freak! Some monster! Ha!!! When all you have to do is tell me where the damn heirloom is!" He hit me with his fist over and over again until my face was numb. I started to see tiny black dots in my vision as I I began to lose consciousness. It was only a matter of time before he killed me but if that's what it takes to keep my family safe, so be it.

I guess before I go on with the story I should tell you how it all started. How I ended up in this difficult situation and why the damn heirloom of my family is so important to this crazed man. It all started before I was born (or so I was told) my mom and dad worked for a secret agency in the FBI and were always on the run. They were the best in their unit. The dynamic duo who was a force to be reckoned with. They loved their job and it showed in the work they gave back to the bureau. That all changed of course when I came along. They dropped everything for me and wasn't upset about it at all. They kept all of their benefits and moved to San Francisco to fulfill the rest of their happy lives. What they didn't know is that a man named "the shadow" had targeted our family. Nobody knew what his real name was and I'm sure they never will. He will go to the fullest extent in order to keep his identity a secret even if it means that he has to kill someone. He got his nickname for various reasons. Mostly because of his killings but he's also really good at hiding his identity and staying in the "shadows" as they say. My parents were really close to finding out what this guy's real identity is and that is why my family is a target. Also when he looked into my family history he found out how valuable my family heirloom was. A necklace with a rounded diamond about an inch in length and an inch in width. The diamond is encased with a pure gold chain and is passed down when a girl in the family turns 16.