That night, as I was going out for my nightly walk through the town, I felt a prickly feeling going through me. I turned around and saw no one, but I knew just because I couldn't see them didn't mean they weren't there. As if the people had read my mind, they jumped out suddenly, surrounding and cornering me against one of the old brick houses. Inside it lived old Sam. The lamp that would be turned on was off, so I knew he was dead asleep.
"Someone help me!" I choked to say. "Get off of me!"
"Be quiet!" One of the people in the crowd--a man, by his voice--growled. He pushed me to the floor and kicked my ribs. It was very painful and kept me gasping for breath. I wished that we were back in our original stance because my rib was flaming with pain and I could barely breathe because of the immense pain. I felt like I had air, but none of it wanted to relieve me. Suddenly, the pain dimmed a bit, but then he kicked me again. I groaned and miserably tried to breathe but could not.
"HELP!!!" I shouted, but still no one came to me. He kicked me 3 more times and then I felt defeated.
"No one will ever find you Taylor. They cannot catch us. We will not leave anything. And you're not going to say a word."
I looked up and saw that he had one Blue eye and one Brown eye, the same as Jason. "Jason?" I asked him, shocked. He had seemed so nice!
"Yes, it's me. Everyone thinks I'm such a little, innocent teenager, but I'm really involved in a secret project," he said. He chuckled. "You'll never be able to be a detective. Always finding too late." He tsked, then I heard the click of a gun. I braced myself for death.
And then I heard the gunshot. A brief flare of pain in my head, and then the world went black. I felt like I was just swimming in water.
"Dad," I whispered. "I love you." And then, there was nothing else in the world. Just a pure, deep cloak of black.
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