Myen

Ch.6

Mya
Before I got to the porch, a boy with a gun stepped in front of me. "Going somewhere?" He asked. I swallowed. "I was.. Ah... Selling cookies? From the Girl Scout Troop?" He cracked a grin. "Nice try, Mya, but I know who you are. Why are you here, exactly?" He loaded the gun, taking the safety lock off. I met his eyes. "I'm here to rescue Ben." I lept at him, catching him off guard. He shot the gun, but it only grazed my ear. I grabbed the gun barrel and forced it to the ground, keeping it lowered so he shot the dirt. My hand slipped, and he pointed the gun at my head, grinning. "Goodbye, Mya." Click! The gun was empty. Click! Click! I wrenched the gun from his hands, and smacked his head with it. He crumpled to the ground, eyes closed. I took a deep breath, and entered the house.

Ben
I took in the horrid sight. At least a dozen wax figures stood around me, all with looks of torture on their faces. I felt sick when I realized what Jacob had done. "J-Jacob, you... Drowned people alive in wax?" Jacob smiled, and shrugged. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" He looked at me. "And you get to be a part of the art!"