Four Months Later
"Martie," I scream, "Run!!"
The little girl around the age of seven darted out of his reach. He snarled at me and kicked the girl against the wall when he had the chance.
The sickening sound that was the breaking of her back was soft, yet not hard to miss.
I hear the child call out for me in fear. I can't go help and it makes me hate myself even more.
Why me?
Why did he decide to use me?
I'm so confused and upset I don't notice as he cuts Martie's eyes.
It's gruesome, but he does it anyway. Then again he is a mass murderer.
In case you have no clue of what I'm talking about, he carves and X into the eyes of his victims.
More specifically his child victims.
He didn't want kids to ever see the truth about the horrible world we all live in, so he takes their lives away and takes their vision, so they can't ever live nor see a world like that.
And he makes me lure the kids to their deaths.
I am the strange girl that has come to be known as 'The Shadow Taker'. This is because no one has ever seen/caught me and because I take kids.
But I don't wanna do this.
I really don't.
Someone
Anyone
Please
Help me
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