TheRedOwlCult

Chapter 2: A Criminal's Perspective The small girl laid duct taped across the soiled mattress. She had been easy to kidnap. That's what I love about small towns like this one. I chuckled out loud to myself. The girl looked up at me with tear filled eyes. Purely pathetic. I hadn't gone child hunting in months, just so the town could get used to me, and not make any assumptions if a child went missing just as I showed up. Clearly, I hadn't I lost my touch. More whimpering came from the girl. Ugh, she hadn't shut up since I took her into the tunnels. At least from years of experience, I know how to handle that. I walked over to the table and g

The empty street was quiet, too quiet. Just yesterday there had been children playing street hockey and running through the sprinklers. It was depressing. The whole town was frightened, and all hundred-twelve of the townsfolk was frightened. Another police car slowly patrolled the street. The missing posters of the girl were billowing ever so slightly in the breeze. Andy was slouching down the sidewalk next to me. He had given the little girl guitar lessons and had been like her big brother. It was tragic when she went missing last night; the whole town was looking for her until midnight. And of course they wouldn't cancel school. Andy and I

 If I look back on the events that happened in the past week, they kind of make sense. But I had any doubt that I would die, it would be now more then ever. I can feel his eyes on my back, and I know that if I turn around, I will be sure to die. Is it worth dying, though? Could I still save these two girls if I die? No. He'd have free range on them if I die. Oh, where was Andy? If it hadn't been for those dogs, I'd at least know if he was alive. "Poppy?" The walky-talky in my right cracked my name. Oh thank God, Andy was alive, but now he knows it too. Why did all good things have to come to an end? It I don't answer Andy's call, would he