We Kill Him Now?

she was crying but she seemed to feel overwhelmed with her life. Her husband had come home

When George went to offer Hazel some of his reviving beverage, there was a hard pounding clamor which seemed like a thump on the entryway. The more hesitant they became, the louder and more restless the sound got to be. At first, George thought it was another of those sounds, yet he didn't generally observe an effect.

“Her expression changed then, becoming fearful rather than merely pained. It was the look you get when facing a sudden and

She thence broke her painted glass, and the stick projected with a quenching tongue, while her arms moved in a hissing time.

I paid careful attention, making sure all three of our vehicles passed through their blockade. I was a little protective of the Humvee. I knew Amber could take care of herself, but was a little unsure of how things would play out with her passenger. If they were stopped, what would

Meanwhile Jessica was trying to find another way out of the building. She could see an opening in the window, so she sprinted over there and opened it fully. She stepped on the edge of it shaking. She could see to the left of her

“Thats why were going” she said, already gathering up her supplies for the trip “we’re going to save him.”

CRASH! The sound of my window crashed into pieces. A man around 6 feet just tackled my window. Then he stood up. His face looked very familiar but I couldn’t quite pinpoint how or where his face looked familiar. I heard my parent’s bedroom door open.

Lux pulled the big door open in a elegant manor and nobody was there. She stepped out onto the steps and peered in both directions. She sighed and most likely rolled her eyes. I couldn't see her face but that was something she did a lot.

be found soon, as he knew if not, he would risk death. During the thought of death, Kurt looked

“Yup, that’s enough. No need to make him suffer; better to put him down,” William said.

He listens more. Questioning the tapping at such a late hour, he finally goes to the door and opens it. Peering into the darkness, he closes the door as nothing appeared to be there. Wondering what else it could be, he walks over to his window. Not sure what else to think, the man believes that it must have been gust of wind from a storm.

“Why don’t you wait out here,” Spears said, recognizing the emotional exhaustion and guilt that so often torments the children of the dying. “I’ll sit with him for a while.”

I grabbed him by the arm and we started to waltz.

With his now free hands he grabbed the unconscious persons and tied their bodies together with rope he found making sure to tighten