The List
The woman handed me a crinkled piece of paper. She lifted a pistol up to my eye level and whispered, “We know where to find you.” Then she faded into the shadows behind a building.
Her threat ringing in my ears, I smoothed out the paper. It was a list of names, the first two crossed out so heavily I couldn’t read them. But the rest were printed neatly in crisp, capital letters:
HEATHER CARDIN
ADELLE FORTES
ERIC TRIPP
SKIP BRANT
BREE CAZZOLA
Written under the names was “These people.”
These people? I wondered. That’s all? I squinted at the blank space beneath the words, and saw lots of dents. Staring at the filthy pavement of the side street, I spotted, where the woman had stood just minutes ago, a silver pen. I bent down and picked it up, twirling it between my fingers. It wasn’t a regular pen, though. On top was a lightbulb, hidden in the body of the pen. I pressed a tiny button an inch from the glass dome, and a violet beam shot out, like a flashlight. I angled the glow at the piece of paper. Slowly, letters started to appear, making words.
These people . . .
Cliffhanger…
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LOL, yes, quite a cliffhanger…
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I should have finished the last sentence and said, “… WILL DIE!” XD
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…I WILL DIE!
LOLOLOLOLOL!
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LOLOLOL XD XD
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XD I should have just commented and finished out her last sentence, “… ARE GONNA DIE.” XD
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Whoops, I didn’t mean to do the double comments. O.o I thought the comment problem was happening again. :?
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…I ARE GONNA DIE!
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SOUNDS FUN. XD
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YUP. ‘TWILL BE FUN.
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