Chapter 9

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Seeing Jay for the last time was sad and I knew he was strong. However, I knew I was going to die today because after I showed them the way to the base what would be the point of having me. My sister would never know what happened to me. For all she knew was in California teaching children history. I am going to miss her. Her and my wife. My wife is beautiful. She has long dirty, blonde hair and her eyes could make you pass out. The guards came into a clearing. There were leaf tents, grass mats, and there was a fire burning. There was other tents made of leafs. They looked new. The guards looked at me and said

"Is this the base!" His voice was as loud as his breath was smelly. I was thinking Jay was making a fake base! Sparrow had to have helped. She must be a fast learner because they looked superb!

"Yes, this is the base."

"Then where is everyone?"

"They have a hunt every day. They must still be on it."

"Then we will wait it out!" The new commander goes over to a guard and says

"You know what to do with the prisoner." The guard pulls me out to the forest and says

"Any last words?"

"Yes, you'll never find Sparrow."

(Jay's point of view)

My plan was genius and Sparrows tents were amazing! Sparrow and I was running across the tree tops on our way to the base. When I heard the sound of a gunshot and a man screaming I stopped. Sparrow stopped to and looked at me. I was crying. She walked over and hugged me and said

"He must have been a good man. He is in a better place now so don't worry." I buried my face in her hair and was crying. Sparrow patted my back.

"What was his name?" She asked me. I tried to pull myself together "His name was Fog and when I came to the camp he was my first friend. He was almost like a brother... I loved him like a brother. He was the commander in disguise when we met." She patted my back some more and hugged me tighter. "He is in a better place now. He isn't in pain no more." She was right. I rubbed the tears out of my eyes and scooped her up in my arms and ran across the treetops and I kept running until we reached the base.

(Sparrow's point of view)

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