Getting There
Hannah scanned her eyes in her surroundings. She smelt blood as she drove herself to a group of kids fighting with the officers. Every step was heavy. One of them saw her approaching them and shouted to his team, “A child is approaching us!” They all recognized her as they still focused their aim on their opponents. Suddenly, a pair of hands gripped Hannah by the shoulder and dragged her into a dark corner where no one can see them. She turned her gaze and looked at the man and recognized his face. It was the Butcher. “M-Mr. Butch?!” The man was still catching his breath as he held the child. He gave her a smile and patted Hannah on her cheek. “Where are the others?” He asked as his eyes roamed the place. “T-They are above.” She said almost in a whisper, pointing her finger at the t
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