I'm back. I finally managed it to write an eleventh chapter. It isn't the longest but it isn't the shortest either. I really hope you like it.

Maybe you noticed that I changed the number in my penname from 3857 to 1992 because I think it's better this way.

Enjoy.

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Hit

Kyle looked out of the window nervously

Kyle looked out of the window nervously. He glanced over to the driving Mexican who looked like he was sleeping. He mumbled something inaudible and turned right on a bigger highway.

"Over there is a small town. I let you out there," said the Mexican.

"Oh, alright," responded Kyle.

A few minutes later they arrived in the small town. Kyle got out of the car and the Mexican immediately made a U-turn and drove back to the forest.

Kyle looked around him and saw a hotel sign. There weren't many people on the streets but the ones that were there looked at Kyle awkwardly. The little jew looked terrible but he made his way to the small hotel anyway and entered it to escape the glances. He immediately caught the attention of the man inside. "Excuse me, could I use your phone please?" he asked looking up to him.

The man needed a few seconds to realize what happened and to figure out an answer in the English language: "C-Certainly."

Kyle explained his situation and called his mother. He wanted to call Stan, too, but then realized that he would be in school right now.

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"Stanley Marsh and Kenneth McCormick report to the Principle's office."

"You heard it, Stan, Kenny go to the Principle's office," said Mr. Garrison.

"God damn it," said both in unison getting up from their chairs and leaving the class room.

A few seconds later they arrived at the door of the principle's office and knocked twice. "Come in!" They entered the office and before one of them could say anything Principle Victoria spoke up.

"Have a seat boys. The reason I called you in is that I just received a call from your friend Kyle's mother."

Stan's eyes widened. Did anything happen to Kyle?

"She told me that Kyle called her from a small town in northern Mexico. The Mexican police and the American embassy in New Mexico was contacted. He'll be home soon."

Stan's face lit up immediately and tears of joy filled his eyes. "Are you serious? That's wonderful. When will he be here?"

"Tonight."

Stan couldn't hold back the tears but nobody excepted him to.

"Do we have to go back to class?" asked Kenny.

"Only if you want to."

"Thanks," muffled Kenny happily.

Outside of the principal's office Kenny was the first one to speak. "Dude isn't that awesome? No more school today."

"Fuck you Kenny. I don't care about school right now."

"I know. Just kidding."

"Imagine he would have died. I would've killed myself. Jesus Christ, he'll come back. That's so wonderful," said Stan with an almost unintelligible, whiny voice. Kenny could truly say that he had never seen Stan that happy.

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Meanwhile Kyle was brought to a nearby airfield. A small plane was prepared to bring him back to the United States. Nothing was said between Kyle and the men who were about to bring him back home but all in all it weren't the worst moments for Kyle. Finally it was going to be over. Go to school again. See his family again. His friends. And Stan. The thrill of anticipation seemed unbreakable. But it actually wasn't. Two gunshots. Two dead people. It was hell all over again. Why couldn't it just stop? More gunshots. More dead people.

"I told you, you wouldn't get away," said the familiar voice he had heard so often in the past 2 weeks or so from approximatly 10 metres distance.

"Dammit, why can't just leave me alone? You're here, out of range of the US government. You could have gotten further away!" shouted Kyle looking to the ground.

"I hate to tell you that kid but I don't ever let a hostage get away without me getting paid or the hostage dead. It might have worked for your little friend but it won't work for you. I promise."

Kyle ran away as fast as he could. A gunshot caught up to him and hit him in the arm. "AAH. FUCK!" shouted Kyle but he kept running. He couldn't understand where the strength came from but it was there somehow. Andy was held up by the remaining guards of Kyle. He got away and had no idea how. Andy had lied. He did get away and it doesn't matter how, does it? He kept running but after a few hundred metres he fell down again. Unconscious.

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That was chapter 11. Thanks for reading. Hope you liked it. Maybe it was a little rushed though. I'm sorry if that's the case. Yeah well what else could I say than please review and wait for chapter 12.