-Chapter 8-

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As I walk towards the grey smoke. What if this was all a trap though? What if when I get close to the fire and they grab me and put a knife to my neck or a gun to my head? No. Stop overthinking this Abigail. They thought that they where the hunters.  They think that you would think that having a fire would mean that is their camp and their camp is dangerous, so stay well away from it.

I get closer to the fire and I start to hide behind trees. I can feel my heart racing. Maybe I shouldn't do this. What would Mr Jamison do to me if he found out that I killed his sons? Probably kill me, if I was lucky. As I reach the fire I can hear there voices. "How do you think we should kill her?" Says one. "We?" Says the other.
"You know what I mean. But what would be the best way?"
"Do you know how much dad had to pay to get that little girl? You don't just stab her in the back and thats it." Says another male voice.
"Well then how?" Says the first one, who also seems to be the youngest.
"You play with her."
"Play?"
"Yes, make her cry, make her beg for her life. It's fun. Trust me." Says what I could only assume was the oldest one. I stop listening to the conversation after that, it was making me sick. But the way the oldest one said it ;Trust me, its fun. How sick in the head was he? And had the older ones done this before?

I climb up a tree and perch in amongst the leaves waiting, waiting for one to come just out of eye shot so I could quietly kill them. But did I really want to take someone's life? "Abigail, if you don't kill them, they will kill you. And they will do it in the meanest way possible." I whisper to myself. Then like that the youngest boy walks away from the fire and out of the protection of the others and straight towards my branch. I clear my mind and grab my handmade knife.  3...2...1. I leap out of the tree and in mid air I force the blade into his skull. Barley making a sound. Blood spurts out everywhere like a volcano. I check his pulse. He was dead. I had just killed a boy a bit older then me. What had I done? "Abigail. Snap out of it." I whisper again. I take the body down to a fast stream and loot it for any supplies. I grab matches, an a-grade hunting knife and his hand radio. He had guns, but guns make noise and I was stealth killing, so I decide to ditch them. I dump his body in the stream and within seconds the water takes it and it is out of eye sight. Then I get back up into my tree and wait there for the next boy.
Each boy dies the same. With them walking away, me stabbing them, either of us don't make any noise. I then loot his body and send it down stream. Get back onto my branch and none seems to notice that anything is wrong.

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