The Tornado

The Tornado

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WpMetadataReadComplete Sun, Jul 31, 2016<5 mins
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Mystery
It all started on a cloudy morning at Stonehill Elementary School. We were learning about Ancient Rome in history class. Then we heard a little shake in the classroom. Then Mr. Williams directed us to the bathrooms, the safest place in the school, packed in with three other classes. We all were screaming in fear of what was to come.
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His hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back until their eyes met-his, burning with fury. "Where the fuck is he?" he snarled, voice like gravel and thunder. She shuddered. "I... I won't..." A sharp bolt of pain shot through her skull as he twisted her hair tighter. In one swift motion, he drew his pistol and pressed it cold and hard against her temple. "Tell me," he growled, "or do you want to die?" Tears welled in her eyes as she let out a broken sob. "I want to die... Please, just kill me," she whispered, her voice drenched in years of torment. A storm of rage surged through him. His finger twitched on the trigger. He wanted to end her right then-end the defiance, the lies, everything. But something in her shattered posture stopped him. His gaze drifted over her trembling body, and his fury twisted into something darker. A cruel smile curled on his lips. "Not before I get a taste of you."

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