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Cody's P.O.V

I feel my body being dragged somewhere. I would open my eyes, but I physically can't.

I'm too exhausted. It takes a real effort to breathe. We stop.

" where would you like me to bring the body. Out to the front. Throw it in the truck

that's parked their. Where this mask. We don't want anyone to see your identity." A

voice says. " oh and wait. His boss wants to see him one more time. "

" yes sir." I feel my body being dragged again. We stop by a door. I know that because I

hear him open the door. Footsteps come up from behind us.

" well, this is it. Our last goodbyes. By son." A deeper voice says. I get picked up and get

carried out into the cold night. The man carrying me stops and throws me into the

trunk of the truck. The landing hurt. I groaned. The footsteps walk away. The truck

starts up and we drive away.

What seems like two minutes later we pull over. I hear the door slam and someone

peers over the side.

" oh my gosh Cody!" I hear a voice say. It recognized it. The truck starts again and we go

much longer. I start to lose conciseness again. Out.

"Run honey run! Get away from him. "Those words keep echoing in my head. "Go as

far as you can. " Those were my mothers last words as it run away.

" I will find you and you will regret ever running away." My dad.

I feel the truck go over a bump. I slide around.

" oh poor boy."

" is he still alive or am I just protecting a dead boy from hitting the sides.

" I don't really know. I can't find his pulse."

" so he is dead?"

" might be"

I'm sitting in a small cell in the middle of the room. Their are people all around me.

Pointing. Laughing. Joking. Having a great time. Someone steps up to the platform.

" good evening folks! " a voice says shushing the crowd. " as some of you may have

noticed, this is my son!" Cheers!

" I have been missing him all those years. And finally he comes to me wanting to

surrender and fight with us."

" YA!!!" The crowd goes crazy. The door to my cell opens and my dad grabs my

handcuffs and pulls me out the door to the hallway. He leads me down a few turns and 

stops at another cell and pushes me in. I hit the ground fright on my chest, since my

hands are tied behind my back. It knocks the breathe out of me.

" you baster. You are going to wish you didn't run away from me son. I will make you

life miserable. You will wish you were dead. You might end up dead anyway. " he says

kicking my side and locking the cell.

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