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Laney's pov:

the news played in the backgroud as i read like i do nearly every morning. it was a rather glomey day, dark clouds that are ready to bust with rain but havent quit yet. i dont watch the News nor do i pay attention to it, i've grown to learn that News channles like to distort the things that acually happened. i still have it on for background noise so that its not deathly quiet in my room. in the mist of reading a page in my book, the news suddenly caught my attention.
 
                                                                                         " yesterday on september 22nd of 2023 there was a kidnapping. 21 year old Aaron Adler was abucted from his home. His wife had reported him missing at 8 o'clock yesterday morning when she went to wake him up for work. She tried calling his phone but was sent straight to voice mail, she tried to text him but the messages did not go through to his phone. she even tried to call his work place incase he had waken up earlier and went to work but the company reported back that he had not clocked into work that day"

i had shut my book and placed it on the soft bed that i was sitting on. i listen and watch intently at the screen as a picture of him, his wife and a little girl popped up on the screen. A lot of people have gone missing over the past few months but i didn't think anything of it.  i thought that it was something that'll blow over and that they'll find the victims and the person held responsable. They did find the victims but the victims were distoreded in a way that no one was able to reconize. The bodies would pop up in social seetings like; the street, cafes, work places, or the homes of their loved one. When they were found by someone they all have reported that their limbs were twisted in a unhuman way and their face has been busted and bashed to the point that their face was not their face anymore.

the public thinks that someone is behind this, but i believe that it's more of a cult or a group. No single human can kidnap and disfigure people so fast. They still can't get a clue on who or what is causing this kidnapping marathon. Whoever started this was smart, they never attacked carelessly, it was always planned out and not a single DNA strand was left on the body or around the body. the police have gotten no where in their investagation but they never told the public.

i sighed and picked up the remote off the of night stand and shut off the news. I throw my pale legs over the side of my bed. i let my feet feel the fuzzy carpet as i stand up, making my blanket pool around my ankles. I step over the blanket and making my way outside of my room. I walk down stairs in tiny sleep shorts and a tight tank top that has my nipples poking through the thin material. my wavy red ginger bounces off my lower back as i walk down my stairs and into my kitchen.

i flip on the lights to the kitchen and go to the coffee pot. i fill up the coffee pot with water before i put it in the coffeemaker. i put the coffee beans in the filter before pressing the ' Brew' option. while im waiting for my cofee to get done, i pull out some bacon and eggs and a pan. i turn on the stove and put my pan onto of the burner. I crack 3 eggs into the pan. i start to scramble my eggs when i heard the coffee maker make a beeping noise meaning that the coffee was done.

i get done scrambling my eggs and i put them on a plate, i start to clean out my pot of eggs before putting it back onto the stove top. i start to fry my bacon. the smell of coffee and bacon filled the house, after a few minutes of frying the bacon, it was done so i turned off the stove and put the bacon onto my plate with the eggs. i get a fork and hot sause. i pour the hot sause into my eggs and place the fork on my plate. i put the hot sause back in the fridge. I set the plate on the table before dancing my way back to the kitchen. i open the cabniet and get out a coffee cup. i pour some coffee into the cup before getting the creamer out and pouring that into the coffee. i put the creamer back into the fridge and take the coffee to the table with my food.

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