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 you jerk!" I said and Haus laughed.
"When will you learn?" Tabra asked me and started down the steps.
"LET ME GO!" I shouted and struggeled, but his grip tightened.
"Nice to see you 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, you quit ten years ago." Haus pointed out. "You said you hated all of our guts, hope we'd die, and that no matter under what circumstances you 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 you 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 knife in his hand.
I gulped.
"Did you do the poison yourself? Or was it Rick here?" He pointed to the guy eyeing me with a knife 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 you sit on the computer chair, cuffs cuff you down and set off an alarm for us. Your shower rains knock-out gas. And once you 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 or 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 said and he laughed. "You're boring me."
"Well..." He looked at Rick who put the knife 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 you jerk!" I said and Haus laughed.
"When will you learn?" Tabra asked me and started down the steps.
"LET ME GO!" I shouted and struggeled, but his grip tightened.
"Nice to see you 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, you quit ten years ago." Haus pointed out. "You said you hated all of our guts, hope we'd die, and that no matter under what circumstances you 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 you 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 knife in his hand.
I gulped.
"Did you do the poison yourself? Or was it Rick here?" He pointed to the guy eyeing me with a knife 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 you sit on the computer chair, cuffs cuff you down and set off an alarm for us. Your shower rains knock-out gas. And once you 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 or 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 said and he laughed. "You're boring me."
"Well..." He looked at Rick who put the knife to my throat. Crap!
