Chapter 11: Search For The British Boy

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* George POV *

I decided to go for a walk. Just get away from everyone, everything, every- EVERYTHING! I don't even know anymore, my mind is not functioning as it should be and my brain is disorganized. After I made it to the elevator I heard someone yelling down the halls, but decided to ignore it.

"Finally," I mumbled to myself when the elevator reached the first floor. It was just now that I noticed I could escape... I could leave this place and not have to come back here again. I started making a run for the door and didn't look back, right as I opened the door I heard someone yell from the elevator. "George wait! Don't go, I don't want you to!" I heard Karl yell from behind me. I didn't stop though, I kept running as fast as I could. After I got out the door and made it about 10 feet I got tackled to the ground. "Dammit Karl, let me go!" I screamed, but suddenly a bag was put over my head and I just picked up and slung over someone's shoulder. 'This is not Karl, he isn't this big of a guy' I though. "H-Hey, let go of him!" I heard Karl yell. About 2 seconds later I heard a deafeningly loud gunshot go of about a foot away from my head. I then heard a body drop to the ground.

Oh no.

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HELLO. MY UPLOAD SCHEDULE SUCKS. I'M JUST NOT VERY MOTIVATED AND DON'T HAVE MUXH FREE TIME. THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING ANY TYPE OF BOOK SO IDK HOW GOOD/BAD IT IS. ANYWAYS, EAT SOME WATER!

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