I know it has been ages since my last update, but I an in the middle of exam season, and my free time is taken up with revision, boyfriend and sleep at the moment :)
I have been looking through my last chapters, and I've realised that in Chapter 9 I called Janine Janice, and I've noticed a few more mistakes. I dont want to remove the chapters, so I'll just apologise here :) Sorry! But I am only human :) x
"WAIT! Wait for what! The psycho wants to kill her! Do we wait for her body to turn up? I won't let that happen!" My vision was tainted red; the bloodlust was pumping through my veins. I wanted to kill this bastard for ever have malicious thoughts about my Roza, for forcing her away from her family, for laying a finger on her.
"We wait for back up. We are going to search the surrounding area, and any mills in the immediate vicinity. We have alerted the authorities, and as we speak broadcasts with the girls' photos and names are being spread across the country. They won't get far." I protested, saying I could get a head start, but Janine refused, telling me to walk it off and be ready in an hour. She sent on of the other guards with me, to make sure I didn't wander off. I walked aimlessly for what felt like hours. It was pitch black, and the forest was eerily quiet.
I wandered for nearly half an hour, before the guy I was with – Giles, or something – reminded me that we'd better start heading back. I was about to agree, when I saw a light flickering in the distance. We were in the middle of a forest; there shouldn't be any light out here. I knew I was being stupid, but I couldn't not look. It turned out that it was a break in the forest, and a steep hill rose up above the surrounding greenery. At the top of the hill was the light. It looked very high up, but I still wanted to check it out. We had about 20 minutes left, so Gerry, Giles, whatever, radioed the others and let them know where we were.
It was quite a trek, but the path looked like it was used regularly, so it was safe and everything. Luckily, there were a few trees surrounding what looked like a cabin, hiding us from view.
Greg, radioed back to base, telling them we found evidence of human activity and to come and check it out. I went on ahead, trying to get a closer look. I managed to stay under the cover of the trees, and luckily enough there was a window nearby. The cabin looked like it was all on one level. I looked through the window and the room looked like a makeshift bedroom of some kind. There was a mattress pushed into the corner, and cans, bottles and cigarette buts littered the floor around it. There was a wooden chair in the middle of the room, but that was it. Nothing that suspicious.
I was about to tell Gary to let the others know there was nothing here when the door opened. I ducked so I could just see over the window ledge. In walked four muscley men, all dressed in black suits. They fanned out, each taking a position against one of the four walls. In walked a skinny man of about 40. His greying hair was thinning, and his face looked sunken. He screamed desperation. He had a wry smirk on his face, and I instantly mistrusted him.
I was sure something fishy was going on, and was about to go back to Garret when another pair of men dressed in black suits came in, dragging something between them.
It looked like a person. There was one of those flour sack-things over their head, and their feet were dragging along the floor, as if they couldn't support their own weight. I took in the rest of their appearance and my heart sank. Those jeans, even covered in dirt and what looked like blood stains looked very familiar, and so did the green top. In fact, I distinctly remember ripping said top of a certain someone's body. The figure matched, and taking in the blood stains, fresh and dried I felt sick to the core.
I knew I should leave, call for immediate assistance, but I couldn't look away. The two men pushed them into the chair and tied their hands behind their back with plastic flex cuffs. The two men then walked back out of the room and closed the door. I could see the skinny man talking, but I couldn't hear him; the windows and walls were too thick. He threw his head back in what looked like a laugh, and he walked forward. He grabbed the top of the sack and pulled it off, throwing it over his shoulder. I looked upon the face, and I knew without a doubt that I would kill all the men in that room.
I would start with Jonathan Hewitt.
I know it was short, but i had to stop here so the next chapter would make sense :)
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