Part
II: The Terror Lives On
Chapter 15
Five years later
“Come
on, let’s go!” the figure in black hissed.
“Hurry, before they catch us!”
“Yo,
just chill, girl. I be right behind ya,”
Justin replied, his voice low. He ran
along behind her, running for his life.
Not just for his life though. He
had a mission, and he was determined to accomplish it. He didn’t care if he was taken back to the
asylum he had escaped from for the rest of his life, as long as they were
gone. Dead. All of them.
It
was no longer just the five men he was after.
He had four new targets as well.
The four people that had gotten involved. Big mistake on their parts. But he had made that clear to them already,
at least to the two girls. The guys
would find out soon enough.
He
snickered, his evil laugh slicing through the darkness.
“Shhh!”
the woman in front of him hissed. “Do
you want to get caught, J?”
“Yo,
homegirl, like I says befoh,
just chill out. We gonna be just
fine. Ain’t nobody gonna go catchin’ J-
Dawg again,” Justin said. The girl just
rolled her eyes in exasperation.
“Well,
at least get out of that ugly orange thing,” she whispered, making a face at
the orange jumpsuit he was wearing.
Justin
grinned suggestively at her. “You wanna
get down out here in da middle of nowhere?” he asked incredulously, winking to
let her know he was joking. She just
rolled her eyes again and watched as he tore off the jumpsuit, stuffing it in
some bushes behind him.
“Now,
come on, baby, let’s blow this joint,” the girl said, taking Justin’s hand.
“Lead
da way, babe. We’s
gots work ta do.”
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