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What the Future Holds

"What do you want with up?" Rachel whimpered.

"Well, we are going to have to kill your little boyfriend" Gin explained "and as for you little girl we are going to hold on to you to study and experiment with the effects of the drug." On that note Rachel held on to Conan even harder.

Jimmy now regretted not going to America. At least that way he would be alive and Rachel wouldn't be going through such a painful experience.

Vodica pulled out his gun and pointed it at Rachel "Now come quietly and without a fuss." He took three slow steps toward Rachel and grabbed her arm. He grabbed her left arm; the arm that had been shot and was currently has a sock wrapped around it. All she could do was scream out in pain, it was unbearable to her to the point she passed out. Not only because of the pain, but also because of the loss of blood. Vodica was now holding her against him with his free arm. The gun was currently pointed at Conan.

"Wait, before you kill him." Bloody Mary said calmly. "Lets hold on to him, we have been working on a new drug that is suppose to wipe out a persons memory.

"But the boss wants him dead." Gin objected.

"Ha, that old man will do anything I ask." Bloody Mary joked as she pulled out her cell phone and walked to the other side of the dark basement.

"If the boss agrees to her arrangement" Gin said now talking to Conan, "you may want to know that this drug was first made to scramble a persons brain, but it seems to have a different effect than we expected." He then laughed a deep laugh.

Bloody Mary walked back over, her high heals clicking on the cement. "I always get my way" she said with a wicked smile. "Take them to the fifth floor holding chambers."

Gin grabbed Conan and started to choke him, causing his glasses to fall off. Conan fought with all his might. He fought with tiny fists and kicking with his mini legs. But nothing had an effect on Gin. Conan slowly got light headed and began to black out. 'He's trying to make me pass out from lack of oxyg . . . .' his thoughts were cut off as his tiny body went limp.

A/N: Sorry it's so short but that seemed like a good place to end.

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