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Chapter 2
The End
He had me in his arms, maiden style, and I was crying and screaming as loudly as a howler
monkey. Someone, anyone, must hear my call for help. "NO, NO! GET AWAY FROM ME,
PLEASE! PLEASE, NO!" I screamed.
"Shut up," he hissed.
"NEVER! I WILL NEVER! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING!" I whaled.
The man put a hand over my mouth and began to wickedly laugh. "You pathetic child! Is this
really the best the gods can do?" he exclaimed. What is he talking about? Whatever, I
have other things I should be concerned about. Like right now. I was kicking and trashing while
he began to sprint down the alley. The tears made my vision blurry, and my glasses were
covered in dirt. The mysterious man made a sharp left and stopped at an abandoned shack. He
dropped me on the ground and I hit my head. He put one foot on my stomach and pressed
down hard, making sure I had no way to get up. I put one hand up to my head. It felt warm and
wet and it throbbed. I took my hand away and held it up to the moonlight. It was covered in
blood, and felt very sticky. Meanwhile the man just stared at me. "What are you?" I whispered.
He looked up away from me and shot his hand out in front of him. I heard a crash and some
pieces of glass fell on my face and neck. It felt like little needles poking me, and I could tell
there was more blood. He picked me up and I could see he had broken a window. He just
threw me through the broken window and I fell on my arm. Crack! "Ah! Oh my god!" I shouted.
Did I just break my arm? I've never broken a bone before, except for toes. Is this what it feels
like? I heard footsteps and the man kicked me over. I was still crying and I felt terrible. In other
stories you might hear of the victim sucking it up and stopping their crying. You might hear of
them finding strength and beating up the bad guy. Well this is real life. I looked over at my arm
and saw a white rod sticking out. "OH MY GOD! MY ARM! OH MY GOD!" I screamed in more
pain. The man took off his trench coat to reveal more scales all over his body. His eyes turned
from black to red. "WHAT ARE YOU?" I exclaimed.
"You know, it's my job to kill half-bloods like you," he began. "But I don't think you have half the guts to be one. You're so wimpy; I've had to put up real fights against other kids. Heh, not you. Not you…"
"What's…..half-blood….why….?" I whispered as I began to feel extremely drowsy. I started
to see darkness enclosing my vision. Why me? You always see this kind of stuff on the news and
think, 'Hey, that'll never be me. That can never happen to me.' I guess I was wrong. The man
began to walk towards me. His jaw unhinged and I noticed the tears had stopped. Guess I ran
out… I bet this is it. I always thought I would grow up to do great things, but my time has run
out. I wonder if people will miss me…? The darkness continued to cloud my vision and I passed
out with one final sigh.
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