The Kidnapping of Christina Alps


  Here I stand, in the dark hallway I am absoulutly sure I'm about to die in. The knife in my hand is stained with the color red. I felt scared, and uncertain about what has just happened. I killed a man. Not innocent, but a worthless, cowardly man.

   At last I heard the footsteps arise from behind me. I managed to retract my quivering hands from the weapon, until it hit on the    leaf-covered, cement ground.  I felt as if I should look behind, but I didn't want the last thing for my eyes to see be the cold-stone eyes of my killer.

  I took a few unsteady breaths before I forced myself into the darkness towards my horrible fate.

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