I thought I should write something a little more fun. How about the four lads.........aside from their professional singing career, works with the cops in salving various cases. Sounds like a lot of fun to write! I'll give it a shot!
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George's POV
He didn't know what happened. After being thrown through the glass, everything went fuzzy. He must've hit his head one too many times.
George didn't know what day it was or how long he's been gone, or where he was for that matter. All he knew was, his entire body ached. He felt as if he hadn't slept in months.
He pried his eyes open only to realize he was still in the trunk of a car. Now, he had to get to work and try to escape from this maniac.
He looked around. The trunk was completely empty. Then, his final decision was to kick out the taillight.
The first time he kicked it, it slightly moved. A little harder. He thought. Then, he was about to kick it again when he felt the car stop. He froze.
Footsteps approached and the trunk swung open. As soon as the trunk opened, George threw his foot into the face of the guy before him. Once he stumbled back, george darted from the trunk and took off in a different direction.
After a few moments, he heard heavy footsteps running very close behind him and he picked up the pace. Then, he felt someone jump on him and tackle him.
George sent his foot into the guy's face again, got out of his grasp, and once again, took off.
This time, he wasn't followed. George took back allies so he wasn't noticable to his attacker or fans. He knew where he was. So now, he had to get home.
George was at least 15 miles away from his home. He put a hand to his neck. There had been a pretty deep cut on it and he winced. Just the sight of his own blood made him sick. Then, he looked at his hand. It had also been covered in blood. Pretty much his entire right arm was considering it was his right side that hut and landed in the glass. He still felt pieces of glass in cuts from his face and arm.
After a little while, he stopped and sat down for a bit, getting too tired to continue. His injuries started getting the best of him.
