Saving Jack

Saving Jack

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Ongoing5m

Last published Sun, Oct 18, 2015

Last thing I remember was the air was piercing cold, and both of my hands were tied harshly too a lamp post In an alley. There were two men dressed in black leather jackets standing over me, as I looked over their shoulder I saw jack, my best friend being forced too lay on the ground with a man holding a long gun at his head. The first man on my right got a little closer to me looking straight into my eyes. "Where are the jewels you have been hiding?" I flinched as he put a pocket knife up too my bare skin of my neck, I shook my head as several tears began streaming down my face, trying hard too keep my voice steady and firm. "I-I don't have them!" I said in a low wail, "this man... in a blue tux... he stole them from me!" The man gave me one more harsh glare before looking at his partner, "should we believe her?" The other man slowly walked too me, putting his hand that was in a black glove on my cheek. "show us this man with the blue tux my dear, then we will let you go." I looked

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