Frankie POV
Blood dropped Down my forehead and blurred my vision i swallowed the huge lump rising in my throat as i wiped my tear stained eyes on my now ripped sweatshirt. Trying to control my breathing, i focused on the little light in the corner of the room.
In the distance a door slammed my heart was racing like a cheetah chasing its pray. I quickly bent down frantically looking for some sort of weaponed, anything to warn of my kidnapper. I came across some sort of metal. Clutching it tight in my hand i pulled it to my chest. My fingers were trembling.
As i took a step further to the little light. My fingers trailing along the wall. A door slammed open the mysterious figure lurked from the deep shadows among the tiny room. A deep voice echoed of the wall and it sent chills down my back.
"I would put that down if i were you"
I looked a the metal pipe that was clutched tightly to my chest. I slowly looked at the mysterious figure, it was hard to pick out his facial features with such small amount of light. But I knew exactly who it was. I looked back down at the metal piece. Taking my chances i lunged toward only for his hand to connect to my wrist
"I wouldn't do that if I were you"
My eyes screamed terror my eyes welled up with tears as I managed to squeak out
"why?" "Why me?" "Your a murder!" I chocked on my tears
"You see I have to do this. It's not just going in for the kill. It takes planning. It takes time. It's having a duty. And this duty I have to obey. Or it will be my time to run."
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Lost My Mind // l.h
Teen FictionYou see I have to do this. It's not just going in for the kill. It takes planning. It takes time. It's having a duty. And this duty I have to obey. Or it will be my time to run. Luke Hemmings, lone wolf, his duty is a price to pay its to dangerous...