Part 4: Meeting Whitney

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(Now for Whitney's pov (^v^) Whitney: I turn my head some to see what looks like a human male in a black hoodie and he looks like he has some band-aids on his face. I can see that he's stopped in his tracks and now looks paralyzed? That's weird. He's probably scared of me. I slowly stand up and tuck my hands in my hoodie pocket and turn to face him. "I asked, who are you?" "Can you even hear me?" He still stands there looking like he'd just seen a ghost or somethin. Honestly I can't blame him. I mean anyone would be scared to see a person with a bomb shaped head speak to you. Before I can ask him again who he is and what he's doing here, he quickly pulls out seems to be a knife of some sort. "Stay Back!" He yells. I noticed he was shaking some while holding the knife. I begin to walk towards him. "Hey, you dont need to go that far! I just need to know why your here." I try not to scare him away, so I decide to leave some space between us. "Are you going to hurt me? C-cause I won't let you!" I was honestly scared some myself. I mean I know he's defending himself, but I wasn't going to harm him in anyway. "N-now hold on, I'm not going to hurt you. " "So can you please put the knife away?" I began to sweat some. Gross. " Why sh-should I? " Your just going to blow me up or s -something! " I sigh deciding to take the knife away from him. I had approached him fully and surprisingly he didn't try to strike me. He just stood there looking pale as he slowly looked up towards my face. I was taller than him, about 7'11, almost 8 feet. He pretty much stood at my stomach. He started to shake and stutter even more and shockingly dropped the knife. "AAAAAAA-" I put my hand over his mouth. He began to squirm and I heard muffled screams from him. "Shut up. People might hear you. Well, us!" He stopped squirming, probably because he took my word for it. I gently set him down and he starts to take deep breaths, before sitting on the ground and putting his head in between his knees. "don't h-hu-hurt me." " p-please... "

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