I wandered around the house looking for anything I needed to get rid of. I saw no one. I wandered into the living room. I saw no one. I then continued into the kitchen. I saw no one. And I then snuck my way down the basement stairs. I turned the corner and whipped my gun at the moving figure. I found them, I found the soldiers, and nobody was here watching them. What is going on? Why is there nobody here guarding them. I tried to count the moving bodies. 1...2...3! 3, there were 3 moving bodies. I then thought that maybe they had already killed one of the soldiers today and that is why there were only 3 bodies. I was praying that one of those surviving men was Charlie. I then put my gun in my back pocket and started pulling these men down. They all lost so much blood that they didn't understand that they were being saved until I told them repeatedly that I was here. They all thanked me. I pulled off their masks and found out why there were only 3 men. Charlie wasn't here, they had either killed him or put him somewhere else. I continued to look around the house for Charlie and I only found one thing. And I knew for a fact it wasn't there when I got there. A note was left on the kitchen counter and it said this.
Dear Samantha,
I am sorry this has happened to you. I hope you have finally learned your lesson about messing with me. Your father is fine but his wound is terribly bad. If it gets to the point where he can't stand it anymore. I will put him out of his misery. You probably can't believe this but I am taking your father to the one place he has always wanted to be. Can you guess what that place is?
Sincerely, Michael
When I finished reading the letter I knew what Michael meant. He was going to take Charlie to heaven.
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Captured
Short StoryA fictional action, Samantha Parker, normal teenage girl with a normal high school life loves through a terrible tragedy where her father is captured. Will he survive?
