A Dream

Rescue

The man got to us.

"Stop!" He yelled.

My captors froze and eyed him wearily.

"Leave now," Harold stuttered, "or face the consequences!" Even though he tried his best to hide it, I could see the fear in his eyes.

"You think that you can scare me off," the man said, chuckling, "I know that you really aren't the FBI, imposters." A/N What do you call a fake noodle? Answer in the comments. Ok back to the story.

"What?! No!" Harold said, with an obviously fake expression of surprise and denial on his face.

"Don't deny it," the man said, snarling, "I don't know what motivates you to do something this sick, but you're going to prison after this stunt." He pulled his Walkie-Talkie out of his holster and spoke into it. Just minutes later, cop cars and helicopters surrounded us.

The man yelled at the imposters, "Back against the walls and put your hands where I can see them!" Several men and women came out of the cop cars. They put them in handcuffs and brought them to the cars to be taken to jail.

The man came to me. "You must be very confused," he started. "My name is Agent Jones. We're the real FBI and we've been tracking down these guys for months. Thank you for helping us catch them."

"Wha-whaatt?" I asked, "All I did was ask them to show me my step-mother."

"Well, because of you, we were able locate them through surveillance cameras. We've always been a step behind each time they pulled a stunt like that," said Agent Jones.

"Wait, what do you mean?" I asked, confused, "What other "stunts" have they pulled?" A/N Hahahhahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahhahahahahahhahahahahhahahahhahaha I didn't even plan for that to happen it just did.

"Each time that gang masquerades as us, they lead some little innocent kid into the woods, planning to kidnap them. Then, they sell the kids into who knows what. They've always gotten away with it every time it happened because there was no one around to stop them. When we finally found out about it, the kid was already gone," he explained.

"I still don't understand how this time is any different," I said.

"Oh you didn't know?" He said. "Well, we own a large portion of the woods that borders the east side of your property. The shed that they led you to just happened to be right over the boundary. And our woods are surveillanced, so we when we saw them walk in, we knew that we would be able to catch them."

"Oh okay," I said. "But where is my step-mom?"

"Oh yes, she's still in town," Agent Jones answered. "She should be back soon. Don't worry, we informed her of what happened, so she knows you're safe."

"Okay, thank you," I said.

"Oh, and one more thing," Agent Jones added. "For helping us catch the imposters, we will be giving you $500."

"Thank you so much!" I exclaimed, hugging him. When I broke from the hug, a smile started to form on his lips. It widened and rose at the edges around his nose, somewhat resembling the Grinch or a creepy doll. He showed his sharpened, yellow teeth. I backed away, horrified.

Suddenly, he lunged at me and bit my neck. Spots appeared and I stumbled to the ground. I could feel whatever he injected into me coursing through my veins. I began to transform into an ugly creature of some sort.  I convulsed, pain lacerating through my body. I could feel myself gaining muscle and body hair. My teeth grew into devilish points, just like Agent Jones'. I could hear him laughing maniacally in the background. My vision grew even more fuzzy and I blacked out.
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I woke up with a start. I was covered in sweat and my heart was racing. I looked up and saw Agent Jones smiling that creepy smile at me.