Hey. Sorry It's been so long. I've been seriously stressed lately. Just a bunch of shit going on with my parents. Anyway, if you read this, this chapter will make a lot of sense. I decided to do this chapter from HIS point of view. This occured when Kim first found Jack. I will need criticism because I am not sure how well this chapter will unfold. So, criticism is NECESSARY! I would also like it if ya'll could just comment on the overall progress of my story. Thank you! Now,let's review.
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HIS POV
How's she get away?
Why is she gone?
How could she do this to me?
These thoughts followed me throughout the day. Whispering. Screaming. Revealing doubt where there had been peace before. I felt haunted, trying to run away from the demons that followed me around, reminding me constantly of Kimberly.
I had personally picked out Kimberly many years ago. I knew that if she was molded and trained, then she would become great.
But her family got in the way.
Getting rid of those . . . things she called parents brought me great pleasure. Seeing them die before they could poison my precious Kimberly. But, I had to keep the weak boy around. After all, how else could I persuade her to join me? Of course, I need to find the boy. My idiotic servant let him get away! Oh, I enjoyed his execution. The slow, painful death of burning to death. The smell of charred flesh, his agonized screams. Maybe that's how I'll kill the refugees . . .
Ah! The pain! My precious Kimberly! She must be hurt! I knew using the mind control chips would work! They have helped my connect with Kimberly in every sense of the word. I can feel her. Her pain, her excitement, her heart pumping with adrenaline, her fear. If someone hurts her I'll , I'll . . . I don't lnow what I'll do! But the person responsible for her fear will wish they had never been born.
I . . . can't . . . breathe! Kimberly! Save me! I . . . am . . . falling! Darkness. The warmth . . . I can't . . . so cold . . . blood.
NO! I must stay awake! . . . I will not fail my Kimberly! . . . I can't fail! . . . I will save you Kimberly! . . . Kim . . .
