Part 7- Kanye The Kidnapper

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"What the hell do you want, Kanye!" I yelled, raising my knife. He held his hands above his head and backed away slowly. Eww, he looked terrible! That makeover was a waste. He obviously hadn't eaten or had water in days. His hair was growing out too much and his beard was disgusting.

"I wanna be your ally." Kanye said with plead in his voice.

"Go away!" I said furiously but he scooped me up in his dirty hands and threw me into his pack. He had a rotten fish and small canteen that was empty. Suddenly there was a jolt as he turned around. I heard a punch and a moan. Then gasping. Kanye was strangling someone. A cannon. Kanye just killed someone. Who he killed? We would have to wait for night to see.

Kanye was running fast now. There were yells making me realize that we were being chased. It was distinctively a male tribute. His voice was super low making him sound much older than 18. We suddenly fell down something. A hole? I felt myself falling, Kanye dropped the backpack, and then there was yelling. The flap of the backpack opened and I wobbled out as fast as I could. Kanye was not going to be the one to kill me, anyone but him. Across from me a few feet away was a knife. I picked it up and sneaked up behind Kanye. But when I raised the knife, it wouldn't leave me grip.

Could I really do this?


Getting spicyyy

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