Chapter 5

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I held the piece of paper in my hand, terrified of what I read.

"Dear Radin and Quincey ,

You may ask why have I given you that syringe, why I am putting you through this

Well both of you need something in your life that I have

But only one of you can get your reward

The other will die

It's your choice if both of you read this note or not

Just remember I have what you want

And know at all times

Who the enemy is."

-From Luap

Next to the letter was a pair of handcuffs and a similar vile to the one that was in the syringe. What does he mean, what I want? What do I want? I go up to Quincey and ask him to turn around.

"Why would you want me to turn around?" He asked concerned

"Remember what I told you, we have to do what we need to do to go forward.

He obeyed and I clipped the handcuffs on him. I then took the vile out of my pocket and told him to open up his mouth. He again surprisingly obeyed my instruction.

I forced the vile down his throat and throw him to the ground, but it's like it wasn't me who did it. Some unknown forces inside were controlling my every movement as if I was a puppet . I feel like this is some sick game for someone. I try to take back what I had just done. But all I can do is just go forward. My hand reaches for the vile and my mouth opens by itself and allows the liquid to go down my throat and course my veins. I started to explode into violent spasms. This time my blood didn't swirl around me. Something was happening. Something that was beyond my control.

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