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Chapter Four

Joe was riding his bike home when he heard a screech from tires on the road. He turned his head to see the same car with the same dark eyed creepy man coming out of it. His heartbeat quickened as he started to pedal even faster than before. He wished he had stayed with his older brother. He was in trouble. He yanked his earbuds out and crammed them into his pockets. He needed to concentrate on running...riding his bike. He heard feet slap the sidewalk coming closer and closer. He looked back and saw the man...Rareland catching up with him. He decided to make a break for it by getting off his bike and running towards a couple of houses.

Joe felt himself fall down and get pinned to the ground, pressure of an adult's body on him. He felt fear overtake him as the man got up and rolled him over on his back.

"Miss me, Joseph?"

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"Thanks for driving me home, Mr. Shotlz." Frank said, hoping he would arrive home before his little brother did. He needed to see if he was safe or not.

"Are you worried about him?"

"Well he did just get sick so..."

"Yes,"

"I'm worried about him."

"Why are you going so slow?"

"I'm sorry, Frank."

"Huh?"

"You aren't going home."

"I'm...not?" Frank felt lightheaded as Mr. Sholtz pulled off the road. "W-what are you doing?"

"Joe is safe...well not for long ... but Mr. Rareland wants me to take you." Frank gasped trying to unbuckle his seatbelt. He undid it and tried to unlock the door but Mr. Sholtz locked it.

"Let me out."

"I'm sorry but I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because Joe will coporate if you're there."

"What are you talking about?!"

"You'll find out, Franklin. Just trust me."

"You're a school teacher! How could you!" Mr. Sholtz took out a cloth from his pocket and leaned over to Frank who scooted far as he could from the insane teacher.

"Now, Franklin, stop that."

"This isn't right." The teacher grabbed Frank's arm and yanked him forward.

"Stay still, son, you'll be all right." Frank remembered the smell from all the other cases him and his little brother had gone through. Chloroform. He struggled to break free from his grip. The cloth kept getting closer and closer. It was pressed against his mouth and nose.

Don't breathe. Don't breathe it in.

After seconds of holding it in, Mr. Sholtz got irritated and squeezed the boy's arm, making him cry out. He breathed the chloroform.

His worse mistake ever.

-To be Continued

I'm sorry for making it so short...next time will be longer! Please review! ~VRT