•The Curse•

ch. 27

No one POV

The three dart off towards the carriage, hearts pounding with adrenaline as they realize the gravity of their situation. The mysterious figure, a cowboy with a shotgun, stands atop the building, watching their every move.

Craig helps Tweek, practically dragging him along as they race for safety.

The figure then runs as well, jumping onto building to building to building to catch them up. Craig then grabs tweek and then carries him as tweek was now the one holding the two glass bottles

With Tweek safely in his arms, Craig pushes his legs to run faster, fueled by a surge of adrenaline. The figure in black continues to pursue them, skillfully leaping from rooftop to rooftop, closing the distance with alarming speed.

Their panicked breaths fill the night air as they desperately dash towards the safety of the carriage. The cowboy figure looms closer, the ominous presence of the shotgun a constant reminder of the danger that follows.

The figure then jumps off one of the buildings and then perfectly lands his foot on top on Craig's back, and then Craig collapses from the weight on him, and then..

CRASH

Craig was laying on the ground in pain after the black figure jumped on top of him and was not on top of Craig's back, standing.

When Craig fell, he dropped Tweek and the glass water bottles, Tweek fell onto the ground but farther from Craig, and the water bottles crashed, and they spilled everywhere.

Craig's cry of pain echoes through the empty town. The impact of the figure's landing sent him crashing to the ground, his back burning with pain. He tries to push himself up but falters, still reeling from the force of the blow.

Molly, who had sprinted ahead, spins around at the sound of the crash. Her eyes go wide with horror as she sees Craig sprawling on the ground, and Tweek lying nearby, dazed and disoriented.

With a determined grimace, the black figure sets off after Molly, pursuing her with lightning-fast strides. The distance between them closes as Molly's legs pump faster, desperation fueling her every step.

Molly dodges into the shadows of the nearby buildings, her quick thinking allowing her to disappear out of sight. Clutching Tweek tightly in her arms, she presses herself against the wall, hoping the darkness will conceal them from pursuit.

Molly holds her breath, her heart pounding in her chest as she listens for any sounds of danger. Tweek, still dazed and weary, his head resting against her shoulder. They wait in the shadows, their fate hanging in the balance.

Molly: "Oh shit oh shit oh shit we're dead. we're dead for sure.."

she said, mumbling under her breath as she looked to side to side to check if he was coming now or later.

Meanwhile, the black figure searches the area, moving with focused intent. He examines every corner and crevice, determined to find his prey.

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??? POV

Where the hell are they.

Right now, I jumped on some random guy, and then the two other men left. Of course, I followed them to catch them as well. But where are they? I walk building to building to check where they are, but they are not there.

I'm Sébastien, 16 years old and the cowboy of the town, so I basically take care of the town. I told my village to hide sense people were coming, and they did as I told them.

I remember when I was little and there was no sheriff or cowboy or anyone. People had to look out for themselves. One time, I was outside doing laundry until I heard a gunshot, I looked and saw disaster happening in my town.