A young 14-year-old boy is accused of a murder that took place one night. He has no clue of his name. More trouble will arise as he knows exactly what happened that horrifying night. Strange figures are after him. Why are they after him? And what ki...
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The boy's first-person point of view:
I had just woken up when something was off. I just laid still for a while, staring at the ceiling. I could barely move my body. All the hits I took last night! I felt all of them. My head was the closest to movement I could get to. I look to my right, there was a woman. She had a dark robe on. I tried so hard to say something. No words came out. Was I dreaming or was this real? No telling what she was up to. She looked like she was in a hurry. As if, something or someone contacted her. I was trained to tell by body movement. I don't remember who taught me that. Could I trust this woman? There's only one way to find out!"
I finally cleared my throat and asked, "Are you taking care of me?" Her response was, "Yes, thank goodness you're alive!" She said without turning around. "Why do you hide?" I asked. "Why aren't you hiding!?" She asked in a mother's tone of anger.
"What do you mean?" I asked. At this point, I was confused. "You know who you are and you choose not to hide from him!?" "Who are you talking about? Who's him that you speak of?" Your parents have put you in a very dangerous situation!"
"Situation!?" "Yes, I can't believe you don't know what you're capable of! Do you have any idea who you are?" "No. I don't even know if Angel is my real name."
"I know your real name." "Really!? What is it?" Before she had time to answer my question, I heard her phone ring. The ringtone was the sound of an urgent need or emergency. She took the call without answering my question. I overheard some things she said on the line.
The only audible dialogue I heard was: "Right now? I can't... I have to... Yes, yes, I understand but... Alright! Just give me four min... Fine! I'm on my way! Don't even think about... Okay... Bye."
"Heading somewhere?" I asked nicely. She said, "Yeah, something came up. I got to go. I've made food for you. Oh! One more thing... tell Grieve not to scare me ever again." I blanked out for a while and thought, "How does she know who Grieve is?"
Afterward, I came to the conclusion that... She might be... working for him! Once all my thoughts were in place, the woman had already left. Never revealing her true identity to me.
Third person:
Lorain had to meet up with Sherrie and Lexie at a far away coffee shop. Lorain had walked six miles. She then got a cab to drive four miles and ran through a subway tunnel. It was a shortcut that would take two miles.
Once out of the subway, she walked the last two miles and found the girls waiting for her. They were casually looking out the window without causing suspicion.
Lorain took off the hood of her robe when entering. She walked towards the table where they would all have to agree on a plan.
A secret plan to get to the boy. (Sherrie and Lexie are unaware that Lorain knows where the boy is headed). Finally, Lorain sat down to talk. "What are the benefits of this plan?" She asks. "You get to kill him for taking away your daughter!" Lexie said.
