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"It's funny how sometimes the people you'd take a bullet for, are the ones behind the trigger." {unknown}
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"LONG TIME NO see."
No. It can't be him.
I heard a click and Dally, Johnny, and Pony screamed. I felt a cold, metal object touch the side of my head.
"You know, I figured since I was exhausting y'all constantly, then I'd just end the whole mystery right here. I'm the one that killed Derek and your Gramps, and now I'm going to be the one to kill you and your friends."
I took a deep and shaky breath. "It can't be you..... it- it can't."
He chuckled. It was an evil kind of chuckle. "What? Did you think it was Bob?"
"No, I didn't, but I also didn't think it would be the person I also considered as a father figure." Tears were now falling from my face.
"I thought the me hating your dad part would easily give me away. I guess you're not as smart as I thought."
"Yeah, and I guess you're not as smart as I thought you'd be either." I laughed.
He pushed me down in one of the four chairs, keeping the gun pointed at me. He turned towards Pony and them. "Get in the chair now, and if you don't listen, I'll blow her brains out right now."
They all were shocked, but afraid at the same time. It was weird seeing Dally scared. I was in between Dally and Pony, Johnny was right beside Pony.
He continued to walk around us, holding the gun at each of our heads. He tied the boys up and left me untied for some reason. I finally got the courage to speak up. "Why are you doing this at Bob's house?"
"Well, his parents are gone on vacation, and he's at some party. So, I was like, why not?"
I rolled my eyes. "You're a cold hearted bastard, you know that, right?"
He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and slapped me across the face with his gun. I yelped out in pain, causing the guys to squirm like crazy in their chairs, trying to break free. I laid across the floor, and he pulled me up by the hem of my shirt.
"I'm going to torture you so much. And I'm torturing them by making them watch." He whispered in my ear.
"I know this bear is probably the most favorite thing you own." He spoke, holding up my white bear that Gramps gave me.
"You do anything at all to that bear, and I won't hesitate to slice your head off!" I yelled, grabbing my switchblade out of my back pocket.
[probably what Kieran wants to do to him right now]
