Game II

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Reese sits in the stands, his head sitting on his hands. He yawns and sighs, watching the football players stack on each other like a pile of trucks in a car wreck. Looking over to the sides, he spots his guards running behind the stadium on the other side. He gets up, confused, and starts for down the steps of the stands. The whole crowd screams and cheers as one of the football players tackle one of the Vikings in the field.

Reaching the ground, he walks around to where the concession stands are with his arms folded. There, he watches as two officers break into the concession stand, spooking the student workers and people in line. He approaches the stand, his heart beating. The officers kick down the storage room door, yelling at the people to back away. Reese leans on the counter as he watches John being pulled out of the storage room, soaked in sweat and blood. His mouth and hands tied up in a strict manner, since his hands are purple from his loss of circulation. The officers slice the wire wrapped around his hands and rip the tape from his lips as John cries. More people begin to get closer to the concession stand, concerned at what they are seeing. Reese gasps and takes a step back, trying to grab his phone from his pocket.

"Reese!" he screams. Reese stops digging in his pocket and looks at John in his bloodshot eyes. "They're in the gym!"

Reese violenty nods his head and begins to rush to the gate. He takes heavy puffs of air as with each step he takes, running passed confused students and parents.

John's eyes are redder than the blood his friends have shed. He trembles as the two officers put a blanket over him. He begins to tear up, breathing heavily as he walks out of the concession stand.

"Follow him, or more people are going to die."

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