Interlude 3: Mark Alison's Last Moments Alive

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It started out a regular day for Mark Alison, 16, a High School Freshman at Sinto High School. He planned on spending his evening studying with friends when he didn't show up.

He walked down the busted-up sidewalk on his way to Lena Vesti's house, a close friend of his. He didn't see the dark figure stalk him from behind as he neared the edge of the woods, the last place Tenia Wile was seen alive.

Mark didn't see the attacker before he was face-down on the sidewalk, struggling as his attacker bound his wrists together. Mark felt his body being pulled into grass, making him struggle more.

"Hey! Someone! Help!" He yelled, squirming around like an earth worm. His attacker chuckled, clearly amused by his actions. Mark felt his body go ridge as his attacker kneeled over him.

"Who are you?" Mark whispered, a wire of some sort slipping under his chin. The figure chuckled again, this time pulling the wire so that Mark could see his attackers face.

"I'm the only one that knew the truth about you and Tenia." The figure whispered, pulling the wire tighter. Mark felt cool air touch his lower back as he fought to keep conscious.

His attempts were in vain, however, when his attacker tightened the wire once more, all while pulling down Mark's pants. Mark begged, his voice raspy from the pressure against his throat.

"Please. I beg you, please stop-"

His pleas were cut off when he blacked out, pain sparky through his head.

He went limp, feeling only hands crawl over his lower back before he shut his eyes for good.

He was found at dusk by a gardener, startled by the discovery.

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