Chapter-32

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Masons P.O.V 

My head throbs as the police officers push me out of the police department. "Please, I didn't do anything..." I whisper. 

"We know." One of them says while harshly pushing me. 

"W-what?" I ask confused. I look over my shoulder and stare at the police officer. He smirks and pushes me towards the back of the building. 

"What're you doing?!" I try yelling before I get punched right under the jaw. Pain sours through me as I groan. "Keep quiet and we might not kill you." He says pushing me down an alley. 

They are't officers. But, what are they?

I feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier, black spots materialize at the corners of my eyes. 

No...

I blink, trying to get rid of the black spots. I begin walking slowly as my vision gets worse. "Hey! Keep walking!" He yells and pushes me onto the ground. I fall onto my hands and knees, trying to calm my heart beat down. 

"Look! We can do this the easy way or the hard way." He says kneeling down so he's at eye level with me. I look up at him, I feel my blood rolling down my lip and trickling off my chin. The pain is unbearable but, I manage to slowly stand up and look down at him. 

Sudden anger swirls inside me like a tornado, I look down at him a smile on my face. He looks up at me, his smirk fading away. I feel my black hair sticking onto my forehead, I feel my hot blood rolling down my face. 

"I'll take the hard way." I say in a husky tone. He quickly stands up and tries punching me. He hits me right on the cheek, causing me to lung backwards. My head throbs as I hit the brick wall with my head. I slide down the wall and sit there, staring at him, a sadistic smile on my face. 

"I don't know what you want," I say grabbing a near by bottle. "But you're not going to get it." I say and swing the bottle at him. 

It hits him right in the head causing him to scream. I mindlessly take another bottle and lung towards him, he looks up, his blood dangerously close to his eye. 

I push him against the wall and gently press the bottle against his stomach. "Goodbye." I whisper into his ear. 

I pierce his skin with the bottle causing him to scream. Blood gushes onto my clothes. I hear screams and footsteps approaching us. I quickly run off, deeper into the alley.  

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