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PRODIGY'S POV:
I stumbled back into my apartment in a haze. She was actualy going to stab me!
I pulled off my gloves and inspected my hand, there wasn't too much damage. Just a minor cut and some bleeding.
I was hurt, but it wasn't my hand. My chest and my head felt like they were going to explode.
'Is this love?' I thought to myself.
I mentally scolded myself almost immediately after.
Love? I can't love. I wasn't built for love. The last time I loved I almost died.
And I won't ever let that happen again.
My phone vibrated. It was coming from an unknown number.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"It's me."
My heart stopped. Why would he be ringing me? My time couldn't be over yet.
"What do you want?" I asked, trying to keep my voice even.
"When are you coming home?"
"I'm not."
"Don't do this, my friend. Because we will hunt you down. We will find you. And we will kill you."
"I'm ready when you are." I hung up before he could reply.
Ok, time for plan B.
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JOEY'S POV:
(the next morning)
These school gates haven't changed a bit, I wasn't very surprised but I was expecting at least a little improvement.
I scanned the crowd of school kids walking in, it shouldnt be too hard to find those two.
I saw mike and began to follow him, he was going to the school gym.
Once a jock always a jock, I thought.
As he opened the door to the empty changing room I pulled my hood up and pulled my gun out.
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MIKE's POV:
"Get against the wall!" I heard somebody shout, I began to turn then stoped when I felt cold metal against the back of my neck.
I walked calmly towards the wall silently.
"Watcha got in the bag?" the voice asked.
"N-nothin, look man-" I began, but I was interrupted by laughter.
Wait, laughter?
The person retracted the gun from my neck and turned me around. And dragged me into a hug.
"Wassup mike?" Joey asked me as if nothing happened.
"Joey you asshole! What the fuck? You know the police are after you after your stunt yesterday?" I whisper-yelled to him.
"Relax buddy, I was just havin some fun. Anyway we got some business to attend to, don't we?"
I gulped, "What business, Joe?"
"Dont tell me you don't know what I'm talking about, his face grew dark,
"We promised each other, that if Dylan was killed, we were gonna put whoever did it into the ground."
"Joey, think about it. Prodigy has only been sighted once. What's the chances of us getting close enough to kill him?" I tried to reason.
He refused to listen, "Get T.J on the phone, you two are skipping school for a while."
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SAM'S POV:
I didn't bother going to school today. What's the point?
My eyes were swollen and my head hurt from crying so much.
Dylan was the only person I ever completely trusted. He was the one I thought of to make me feel better after my farther had finished abusing me.
Now he's dead. And it's Prodigy's fault.
I walked slowly to my bedroom and looked under my bed for my photo album.
I flipped through to the last photo I have of me and Dylan.
It was of me and him going into the cinema. It was 'New Moon' when it first came out.
He said he was treating me to a day out because I seemed upset.
He had a tight T-shirt that I made in a fashion class a month before.
It was white and had black, block letters that said 'Student.'
He asked me why I had put that on and said; "Cause I'm the master." we had a laugh that day.
I purposely made it a size too small for him so he wouldn't wear it.
But, Dylan being Dylan, insisted on wearing it.
Alot of girls were laughing at him for wearing a 'tank top' but he just laughed it off.
I felt really bad for him but he told me he really didn't care.
I started to fall asleep looking at the picture.
But this sleep wasn't dreamless, it was full of images of Dylan.
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UNKNOWN'S POV:
(next day)
I'm surprised that Sam's road hasn't changed, the cars are the same and even the neighbours are.
I forgot that it was so cold here too.
I opened her gate and steped onto he garden path toward her door, why were my palms sweating? I'm never nervous.
I knocked three times and waited. I'm sure it was a Saturday, so she should be at home.
My nervous thoughts were interrupted by the door opening and the sound of Sam's loud gasp.
"Heya Sammy girl."
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