I nodded before handing Benny my microphone and sprinting after the cloaked figure. I tackled them to ground about to take of the hood before I heard gunshots. Then everything went black.
This story was written when I was 12 and apparently did not know what a comma was. I decided to leave it up because it was my first story, read at your own risk.
Today was a normal day or as normal a day in hiding could get. I was running from Brown Ridge because their greatest weapon has turned against them, me.
WARNING: I wrote this story when I was thirteen. It is completely unedited so read at your own risk.
Also, some touchy subjects mentioned. Working on editing now.