My body tries to rise when I saw them, my friends whom I just half lunch with hours ago. I assume they don't remember me too.
"They agreed to let me give them a se ond chance with the help of my serum," Palomino says, "I mean, everybody loves twins." As soon as walks in front of Q and R, he cupped the chin of one of them through his two fingers as he smiles and looks at me. "Not only you have problems Foster, these two boys you see here is not just really about fun and swearing. They had a tragic life, brutal and deadly, so deadly that you might not stand hearing the whole story."
Tears ran down through my cheeks. I pity the twins; I want to believe they were just controlled by Palomino, that what they really want is to fight against him. I want them to save me from him just like what they did when I first entered school-
Well that was just a school on my mind.
The twins walked closer and gripped me by the hand.
"Let go of me," I cried, I look at them, their eyes were blank, I feel their touch, and their hands were cold as if they weren't alive.
"They're dead!" I exclaimed, Palomino gave me a grin, "what did you do to them!"
"I did nothing."
"You killed them!"
"I did not," he pauses, "I found them dead."
"What?"
"You see Foster," he says, "everybody's dead."
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Dark Alley
Novela JuvenilFoster was naive. He had been alone in the 'alley' - an ironic metaphor he used to describe the claustrophobic, four cornered room that was well lit to expose the white walls. After being sedated to sleep for a longer period no one could imagine, he...
