Beautiful murder

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Abb(ie)gal on the right --------->

I discreetly told abbie to lock the doors and stay in the car, while I went to check the corn for clues. I left the corn and headed to where the corn stalks were broke, bloody and damaged from the boys hurried escape. I followed the trail of blood to a small opening with a suitcase. "I guess corn harvesting isn't for everyone" I whispered to myself. I knelt down to open the suitcase, I had the feeling I was being watched and I shook off the feeling until I heard a stalk break behind me and quickly turned in that direction, to find nothing and no one. I went back to opening the suitcase when I heard the car horn and Abbie's frantic voice. I quickly grabbed the suitcase and ran toward Abbie's cries of panic. In seconds flat I made it to the corns opening and spotted Abbie in the car surrounded by children and teens, some covered in dirt and some spattered in blood, but one caught my attention he looked about 17 or so.' He could be attractive under that blood.' I thought not connecting the fact that the blood on his face could've been from the boy Abbie ran over, not to mention cutting someone's jugular the blood spatters everywhere. 'OH GAWD HE SLIT THE POOR BOY'S JUGULAR!!!!!!!!!!' I ment to think but shouted it out loud and started to back away but by the time I got close to the edge of the corn field, my exit was blocked by preteen boys with creepy, sadistic, perverted looks on their faces. I stopped and accounted my options of escape. I looked from the boy's suitcase that I still held tightly to alittle boy who was no older than 6 or 7 and looked like the ring leader to the guy I assumed was his right hand man and probaly had slit the little boy's throat . At that moment my options were limited and I made up my mind to try and bargan for mine and Abbie's freedom. "How about I give yall this suitcase and you let me and my friend Abbie leave? and we forget about this whole ordeal?" I said with a little hope in my voice, this was my best hope to make it out of here in GOD FORSAKEN GATLIN, NEBRASKA!! AND DAMN YOU CALEB!!!!!! "Isaac we can't just let them leave!" Isaac's right hand man said to Isaac. "I know , but God has a plan he has sent a prophecy full filler in the form of this young girl, who saw ahaz unfaithful demise! and that has learned of his plan to escape God's will! Do ye forsake God and believe his words untrue?" Isaac's voice rose and he asked his followers. "No!!! Praise God! Praise the Lord!" They sang united. They already seemed f*cked up, but after that they've by passed f*cked up ville and went straight to bat sh*t crazy U.S.A.. yay!!!! (sarcasm intended) "No harm may come to the prophecy fullfiler Hannah!!!" Isaac said with underlying cruelity. 'Wait how the f*ck does he know my name?!?!' I thought silently panicking. "Um, Isaac what do you mean no harm may cometo the prophecy fullfiler and how the HELL DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!?!?" I asked getting more hysterical by the minute. "Now Hannah God doesn't like cussing, and to answer your questions I'm a Prophet of He who walks behind the rows and He tells me things as well as your name and you have a great part in his master plan." Isaac said matter of factly. "WHAT MASTER PLAN?!?!?!" I yelled getting frusterated at Isaac's vagueness. "You will see soon." Isaac said not getting worked up at my stubborn and disobedience. "No I wont." I said stubbornly, which caused hushed whispers all around. "Hush! Sinner!" Isaac said letting me know I had gotten under his skin. "I thought I was the 'Prophecy Fullfiler' ?" I said to see how far I could push him. "Do not disrespect the Prophet!" Isaac's right hand man said stepping threatingly toward me, making me take an involintary step forward to see if as Isaac said no harm would come to the 'Prophecy Fullfiler'. "Malachai!!" Isaac yelled to stop him from doing something he'd regret later. "Fine, but she will not disrespect you or He who walks behind the rows." Malachia said kneeling with his knife to his forhead in front of Isaac and as if setting a trend the others followed suit.

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