Chapter Twenty-Six

The girl stood watching the school, the water from the rain dripping down her face. She wanted to get help, but then they would kill her.

Instead she sat behind the dumpster, reviewing her orders. She was only to make herself visible on that night. No other. If she did what they said, they would let her go.

Deep down she knew they'd never let her go, that they couldn't afford her reappearing. She wanted to see her mother and father again. She wanted to feel safe and loved again.

She heard footsteps, she slid out of sight in the dumpster's dark shadow. She heard someone dump something haevy in the dumpster, then walk away.

Then she heard nothing except the rain. She warily stood, curiousity getting the best of her. She bit back a scream when she saw what it was.

It was a dog, a Golden Retriever Puppy. It couldn't be more than a few months old. It was also badly beathen. Though she relaxed when she saw the faint rise and fall of it's chest.

She scooped him up in her arms. (It was a him). Where should she take him? Not to the pound, he might not find a home. She immediately thought of who she knew that wanted a puppy, someone who needed something to love.

She immediately knew who to take it to.

Glancing back at the school, she remembered her captors words.

If she was seen, she wouldn't see the next morning.

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Sam grabbed Tucker wrist and pulled him down to the floor.

"Tucker, I'm being followed, you gotta get me outta here!"

Tucker rolled his eyes, "Just bribe him, you're carrying what? Five-hundred dollars?"

Sam stepped on his foot, "This is serious! I think whoever killed Jazz is after us also!"

"I know they're after us! I recieved a threatening phone call today, but Danny won't answer his cell!"

Sam shivered when she heard this, or perhaps it was because she was wearing a sausage necklace. They were both in danger, and they couldn't contact Danny.

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The girl left the dog on the familiar stoop, rang the bell, and ran.

I can't be seen She thought to herself, I can't be seen

She slipped into a nearby alley, catching her breath. She needed to get back to the school. If they found her here she was finished.

She slowly peaked back at the house. The boy had answered the door and was staring at the dog.

"Oh for Pete's sake!" She whispered to herself, "It's not going to float inside!"

"But you might..." The voice chilled her blood. She turned and spotted a familiar form, "But it won't be inside that house, but off of it's roof."

The girl fell to her knees, despirately crying, "Please! No one saw me! It was hurt!"

The figure's eyes flashed, "The only reason you're not history is because of the plan. But if you mess up again, I may rewrite the plan, without you."

The girl shuddered, "Thank you" she whispered. She looked up, the figure was gone, but the fear was still there.