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Chapter VI, Síx

!TW¡ Mention of SA', Death, Tournament, Blood, Unconscious, The Grabber, Cussing, Maybe Gore, Stalking, Kidnapping, Burning.

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. CONTINUE WITH CAUTION.

This chapter is a Flashback. To the The beginning, where it starts,

I remember it vividly. I was skating home from school as usual. I took my usual route. Since I didn't make many friends I was alone all the time. So I took hidden routes to get home. That was my mistake.

I knew I was being followed for the past few weeks. I knew who it was. That creepy old man. I pass by his street everyday just like the paperboy. I noticed he started following me in his ugly black van.

Some days, he wears a mask. Its a dirty white color, it has horns at the top and a big sinister grin. It can come apart, I've seen him take the top part off. Just showing the grin.

Other days he wears these glasses. They're orange with gold trimmings. I don't know why he's following me, but I can take a guess. I remember his features, I can easily tell the police. But they tend to find more information about me instead every time I go.

Today was different. He wasn't following me anymore. I knew this was suspicious. I knew I shouldve gotten help from the start. But instead I waited. I didn't take my usual route today. Since I live alone, I have to grab my own groceries.

I go to work every Wednesday. I always see the man there when I get off my shift. I didn't know how long he waited but I just got even more angry. Why was he following me? Why is he here? This is starting to get creepy. I knew I should've said something. He follows me everyday.

I should've told somebody. But I didn't. I don't think he was suspectig me to get off my route. I skated home after getting my groceries. Taking a more crowded route home.

I wasn't expecting him to be standing there by my front door. The bottom half of his mask wasn't a grin anymore, more  a frown like he was disappointed in me for going somewhere else.  I noticed he was staring at me. A faint blush dusting his cheeks.

It was easy to tell what he was doing here. This man is obviously a pedophile. I knew that. I also knew he was going to kidnap me eventually. I stared at him for a minute back. I skated pass him and inside the house. I wasn't a coward. And I wasn't scared.

He seemed surprised, like he didn't expect me to do that. I put away my groceries quietly. I didn't speak. That seemed to get him annoyed. He pulled out this can. It was knock out gas. I could tell easily.

I should've ran. For a Black kid I sure am going against my habits. I stared at him. My hair was in my face my red jacket tied around my waist. He rushed forward towards me, I ducked and ran. I guess now my instincts work.

I got in a fighting stance. I roundhouse kick his head and beat him down. Next thing I knew I was getting something sprayed in my mouth. It went black.

August 16 2014
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"Why the fuck are you so fucking violent. I should rip you apart because of what you did." The strange man said. I was being dragged. I guess I was too fucking heavy for him.

"Holy hell I look like dog shit." He said. He threw me on a dusty ass bed. I forced my eyes open. I sat up, but didn't move besides that. I stared at him.

"You sure do, fucking bald headed bitch." I snapped. I wasn't happy. I mean who would after being kidnapped.

He looked amused. He had that stupid mask on. I could tell he was smiling under it by the crinkles near his eyes.