Chapter 9

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We left mcdonalds and went to the mall. I wasn't going to walk around in the same clothes all day. I wasn't the type to shop and Forever 21 or Hollister either. We wandered through Hot Topic and I got 3 shirts and a pair of pants at Goodwill. I like Goodwill because the pants are worn out and feel comfy. We went to Foot Locker and I got a pair of converse with gold studs on the back. Tracy started to get hungry so we went to Chic-Fil-A which was in the corner of the food court. That's when I spotted 2 built men showing people a file and most people shook their head or shrugged at it. Apparently he was asking them questions. These built men stood out to me, they looked familiar. No....it couldn't be....but their dead in my living room. It was the men that killed my parents, here in front of me, same clothes, same hidden firearms. I tugged on Tracy and she turned around with fries hanging from her mouth. "Oh no. That can't be. They-" she didn't finish her sentence before I hastily interrupted her. "Yeah I know their supposed to be dead!" She rolled her eyes and continued. "No! Their leader makes more and more of those guys, they aren't people, their robots. But they bleed, like people, and die like a normal person would." This was crazy. Pure craziness. We ducked into the women's restroom and Tracy pulled out her phone. She quickly dialed 3 numbers and hid the phone under the sink. "Lets go." She grabbed my arm and we ran out the back, there was a BMW waiting for us. "Who's number was that? Why'd you leave the phone?" It seemed pretty dumb to leave our only source of help hidden under a sink. "That's the SOS number for UJL. They'll track our new car in seconds and get us to safety. Oh and secure the mall." She got in the car and grabbed the keys from the sun visor. The car started with a low but powerful roar. "Luxury." She smirked and leaned back. I threw all the bags in the back and buckled my seat belt. "Lets get out of here." She slammed on the gas and the tires let out a relieving screech.

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