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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