Chapter 25-Terror is a Cruel Thing

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     I was trembling. I felt weak, helpless, and most of all, scared. My legs were shaking, I felt dizzy. I couldn't move, even if I wanted to.
     The man narrowed his eyes and repeated his question, still aiming the gun at the two of us. He was clearly getting impatient; I don't think we have much time left before he makes his decision.
     "F-friend." I stated frantically, trembelling uncontrollably at the thought of being shot in the head. Sending pieces of my brain flying, splattering the walls of the alleyway with my blood. A cold sweat ran down my back, making me shiver.
     The man chuckled at my jittery state. "You two are coming with us, and I'm going to need to confiscate your weapons." He said holding out his hand to collect our belongings.
     " What makes you think we'll give our weapons away so easily! I'm not going anywhere with anyone except him!" She said as she jabbed her finger into my shoulder, making me jump.
     "Ma'am, we can do this two ways. One, You come with us peacefully and no one gets hurt. Or Two, you and your friend come with us by force and violence." The man started, obviously not wanting anymore retaliation from us.
     "I personally suggest option one, it means less work for me!" Said the man behind both of his partners, flashing a smile at everyone.
     "Shut it Justin!" Snapped the one standing in the middle, then he elbowed Justin in the side.
     "Shut up! Both of you!" The one that was questioning us snapped. I looked at my friend, waiting for an answer. She had a stern face that could scare anyone. Then, she opened her mouth...

     I am so sorry that it took me so long to post again. I've just been super busy and kinda forgot. I'm sorry, but I do promise that I will try to get back on track as soon as I can. Although, I will most likely be quiet during the month of July. I am flying out to Las Vegas to see my father and brothers. So I apologize if my schedule is wonky throughout the upcoming month. But I thank you all for reading, see you all soon!

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