"Mr. Benson could you think of anyone who would want to harm your family?" Asked the cop.
"No sir, but clearly someone felt the need to put a bullet through my wife's skull!" Shouted the man.
"Sir I need you to calm down," said the officer.
"I'm not gonna calm down until you find my daughter!" Shouted Mr.Benson.
"I think we're done here," dismissed the cop
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Normally Olive would have complained of the cold, and wet floor. In her current state the floor concealed her pain. The moans of the people around her didn't help. Her head throbbed from the impact she had received in her previous "appointment".
"August?" Began Olive.
"Yes," he replied.
"Have you ever heard of the Amber Hills?" She asked.
"Well you invited me on a date there," he said cheekily.
"Yes, they're in Chicago, Illinois where are you from?" countered Olive.
"Um, Mission Creek, Iowa, ever been?" awnsered August.
"No, but I'd love to," chuckled Olive.
A man tattered, and bloody was thrown to the ground, interrupting the conversation. His plaid shirt was shredded at the bottom, and his dirt black skin showed. His jeans had been turned into shorts. His smell was vile, and his body unmoved.
"Oh my God!" screamed Freema"He's dead!".
One thing got to Olive, and that was the fact that she, or anyone else, was expendable. He didn't care an eleven year old girl cowered in the corner. That a dead man lay sprawled across the floor, like garbage. Or that A 16 year old girl's mom was killed for his scheme.
"He's sick!" spat Olive.
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Author's note
What do you think? Is Frank a good addition to the story? Would you like back stories for the characters? Thanks for Reading!
-Hannabal
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The Psychiatrist
KorkuOlive Benson is an ordinary girl, but finds herself in the fate of many others. The Psychiatrist has taken a liking to her. So as she fights to survive she joins a group of others. Can they make it out alive?
