Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Two
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[TWO]
"WHAT!?" A deep voice called, and someone ran to the stairs and looked up at us. "Ahhh...my target Cydnee." He had a smile on his face, and he looked creepy.
"Let go of me Ты jerk!" I сказал(-а) and Haus laughed.
"When will Ты learn?" Tabra asked me and started down the steps.
"LET ME GO!" I shouted and struggeled, but his grip tightened.
"Nice to see Ты again, Tabra." Haus said. "I knew you'd return."
"Well, once I noticed my friend Cydnee here was a target I had to help out."
"And we are returnally greatfull, no doubt. But, Ты quit ten years ago." Haus pointed out. "You сказал(-а) Ты hated all of our guts, hope we'd die, and that no matter under what circumstances Ты would never return."
Uh-oh.
"Yea, I did." Tabra looked at me. "But, Cydnee will just keep running and running until she runs into a dead end, and knowing her Ты won't know how long that will be. Can I ask something?"
"Sure," Haus took us through Wal-Mart's basement and I saw three girls making out with three guys, holding some kind of liquor in there hands.
Then I saw him.
The man from the grocery store. He was eyeing me with great curiousity, and then I saw a нож in his hand.
I gulped.
"Did Ты do the poison yourself? или was it Rick here?" He pointed to the guy eyeing me with a нож in his hand.
"I made it, Rick planted it. The rest of the house is rigged by the way." Haus aimed those words at me, I knew it.
"How?" I asked, trying to sound afraid.
"Well, once Ты sit on the computer chair, cuffs cuff Ты down and set off an alarm for us. Your душ rains knock-out gas. And once Ты fall asleep, your alarm clock beeps and a cage falls ontop of you, sending an alarm to us. The poison is deadly, if consumed all the way, but four bites или less will do the trick of knocking-you out, and the floor is touch sensative. Once your body hit the floor, an-"
"Another alarm, blah blah, I got it." I сказал(-а) and he laughed. "You're boring me."
"Well..." He looked at Rick who put the нож to my throat. Crap!
Volume Two
BuffyFaithfan1
_______________________
[TWO]
"WHAT!?" A deep voice called, and someone ran to the stairs and looked up at us. "Ahhh...my target Cydnee." He had a smile on his face, and he looked creepy.
"Let go of me Ты jerk!" I сказал(-а) and Haus laughed.
"When will Ты learn?" Tabra asked me and started down the steps.
"LET ME GO!" I shouted and struggeled, but his grip tightened.
"Nice to see Ты again, Tabra." Haus said. "I knew you'd return."
"Well, once I noticed my friend Cydnee here was a target I had to help out."
"And we are returnally greatfull, no doubt. But, Ты quit ten years ago." Haus pointed out. "You сказал(-а) Ты hated all of our guts, hope we'd die, and that no matter under what circumstances Ты would never return."
Uh-oh.
"Yea, I did." Tabra looked at me. "But, Cydnee will just keep running and running until she runs into a dead end, and knowing her Ты won't know how long that will be. Can I ask something?"
"Sure," Haus took us through Wal-Mart's basement and I saw three girls making out with three guys, holding some kind of liquor in there hands.
Then I saw him.
The man from the grocery store. He was eyeing me with great curiousity, and then I saw a нож in his hand.
I gulped.
"Did Ты do the poison yourself? или was it Rick here?" He pointed to the guy eyeing me with a нож in his hand.
"I made it, Rick planted it. The rest of the house is rigged by the way." Haus aimed those words at me, I knew it.
"How?" I asked, trying to sound afraid.
"Well, once Ты sit on the computer chair, cuffs cuff Ты down and set off an alarm for us. Your душ rains knock-out gas. And once Ты fall asleep, your alarm clock beeps and a cage falls ontop of you, sending an alarm to us. The poison is deadly, if consumed all the way, but four bites или less will do the trick of knocking-you out, and the floor is touch sensative. Once your body hit the floor, an-"
"Another alarm, blah blah, I got it." I сказал(-а) and he laughed. "You're boring me."
"Well..." He looked at Rick who put the нож to my throat. Crap!
