Molly walked down the hall her father close behind. It's been the fifth syringe that he's taken.
"Are you even sure he's here?" She looked at her father in fear if him not.
"I saw who took him . . . it was them!" He was pointing at two men laughing and another struggling with something.
"Yo can I get some help!" The two ran off as Molly and her father ran up to the wall. They turned and saw that they were struggling even with three people.
"What is it?"
"I don't know." They whispered back and forth.
"Dad they're coming back here." They hid as something was being dragged.
Molly threw her hand up to her mouth as she saw Ryder. His teeth now grown sharp. His hair a wild mess. He wasn't even conscious.
"Excuse me put your hands in the air!" Her father yelled.
"Can we help you?"
"Yeah he's ours." They put the sticks down and smirked then began to walk forward.
They fell back and looked at the beast that did it.
"You mother-"
"Dude he could kill someone."
They bursted up and he smirked showing off the teeth he had grown.
They cornered him and went to get him on three. He jumped up making then hit into one another. Ryder grabbed the gun and slid on the floor.
"Ryder!" He looked at Molly and growled as if he never knew her.
"Get back here!" All three men stopped with their hands in the air.
"Back off me!" He ran to the door and started running after he shoved the gun in his pocket. He wasn't gonna hurt anyone. He couldn't.
He tripped and went rolling till he stopped and just looked at the streetlight in front of him.
"What's wrong with me?"
"You're going through so much. You're my sweetest Ryder there's no need for you to feel like you've killed everyone." He looked up at the woman he knew as an angel now.
"Mom?"
"No. I'm Santa Claus."
"Okay I get the memo. But how are you back and walking."
"I'm still dead. I'm you're guardian angel. I thought you believed in all this."
He nodded and stood to put his hands on her cheeks and kiss her forehead.
"I'm sick. I should be killed or I should just drop dead."
"No. I'll kill you again if you do that and come up to live in heaven."
"Sorry I'm a good kid!"
"No that's not it. I mean that I'll kill you for going up at this age. No one has any right to kill you and neither do you have that right to kill yourself."
He was grabbed and heard a familiar drunken laugh.
"Whoa is that your mom?"
"How can you see her you prick!"
"Probably because I'm drunk."
"Are you serious. You still drink. I thought you learned when you almost killed your own creation." Her hand stuck out pointing at that creation still walking around.
"Look I'm responsible!"
"You have a baby!" She yelled and both men looked at her.
"I have another baby?!"
"When I died. I was carry the baby and it just kept taking my blood. He's like you Ryder. They gave me that serum thinking it was gonna help me. But as you see."
His father ran past and Ryder ran past him till he ran up to the desk to see a nice looking woman.
"Hello" Ryder looked at his father and grabbed his shirt.
"Look I could take care of this child better then you could!"
"Wanna bet?"
"You're Ryder and Keith correct?" They both looked at her and nodded.
"Jackson is his name and the mother wanted his brother to see him first." Ryder let go and was pulled into a room that had the curtain around the bed.
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Poison Ink
Teen FictionA drop of ink printed into an arm. A drop of blood falling from her hand. Nothing moves. He screams. No one hears. He's alone. Love is extinct. He's done.