Police Chasedown: The Killer

Lecturas 3,349
Votos 213
Partes 13
Hora 1h 37m

Lecturas 3,349
Votos 213
Partes 13
Hora 1h 37m

"You Cannot Trust The Innocent."
    
    I was running down the hill, I was trying my best to run away from him. I knew he would kill me! I knew no one can escape from him!
    
     While running, I tripped into a big rock on the ground.  I started to panic. I can't even stand on my own feet.
    
    The thunders roared and the sky watered down, pouring into my face. My legs were sore from running. My eyes are becoming blurry from all my thinking. My mind was only in one word: Fatigue. I'm tired.
    
    Then I heard the laughter from my back. I heard the footsteps are getting nearer, and nearer... then I heard the daggers are being sharpened. While I lay my front into the ground, something made me shiver in pain, the violent voice coming from my right ear.
    
    "Come on, Jason," he chuckled, I started to sob. "Let's play daggers, shall we?" Then he dragged me into nowhere, where I tried to escaped from his grip, pulling the ground, but only ended giving tracks.
    
    I now know: "You cannot trust the Innocent."
    
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    Credits to @JohnerZulueta for helping me with this story. 
    Check out his account and read his stories. :)
    
    All rights reserved Copyright ©MyNameIsAidan_2013-2014Todos los derechos reservados

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"You Cannot Trust The Innocent."
    
    I was running down the hill, I was trying my best to run away from him. I knew he would kill me! I knew no one can escape from him!
    
     While running, I tripped into a big rock on the ground.  I started to panic. I can't even stand on my own feet.
    
    The thunders roared and the sky watered down, pouring into my face. My legs were sore from running. My eyes are becoming blurry from all my thinking. My mind was only in one word: Fatigue. I'm tired.
    
    Then I heard the laughter from my back. I heard the footsteps are getting nearer, and nearer... then I heard the daggers are being sharpened. While I lay my front into the ground, something made me shiver in pain, the violent voice coming from my right ear.
    
    "Come on, Jason," he chuckled, I started to sob. "Let's play daggers, shall we?" Then he dragged me into nowhere, where I tried to escaped from his grip, pulling the ground, but only ended giving tracks.
    
    I now know: "You cannot trust the Innocent."
    
    -----
    
    Credits to @JohnerZulueta for helping me with this story. 
    Check out his account and read his stories. :)
    
    All rights reserved Copyright ©MyNameIsAidan_2013-2014

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