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“We don’t have to do this.” The wall that pressed against my back was colder than it had been a few minutes ago. Before, I wasn’t staring at my best friend with an awful fear rising in my throat. Before my best friend wasn’t holding a knife or getting ready to attack me.

“He’s only going to let one of us go, you know that.” There was something in Lee’s eyes that I had never seen before. It was an angry fire.

“We can work together! Please, just put it down-”

“I’m not dying in here!” She screamed before she lunged at me. My body went into autopilot and I dipped under her arm before rolling back onto my feet. Out of the two of us, I was faster. Lee had strength on her side but only if she could catch me.

“Lee! Stop this!” She didn’t listen to me. Instead she attempted to strike me again, this time catch my shoulder and leaving a shallow cut. I was stuck in the corner of a brick cell with no where to go. I felt the blood soak my already filthy shirt and I knew that she was right. Only one of was getting out of here.

And I wasn’t ready to die.

This time when she went for me I slipped between her legs and pushed her forward, sending her face first into the wall. Before she could react I was back on my feet and driving a foot into her back. She dropped the knife in favor of nursing her now bleeding nose. I could have grabbed it, but I didn’t really need it.

She turned to face me and let out a shriek that I could feel in my bones. For a second I remembered everything we had done, how much we had gone through. But then I remembered that she was willing to throw it away and kill me. That’s when I started throwing punches.

In my fury I let her grab me. In her blind rage she slammed him into the wall and knocked the air out of me. Then I saw the ropes. Cut but still hanging from the ceiling where that madman had us tied up until he decided he wanted to watch up fight instead.

Lee didn’t let up, pulling me back just to slam me again. I knew I had to move when she started working my knee. If she disabled me I’d be at her mercy. So I started driving my elbow into her back, giving me just enough room to reach a rope and pull myself up and over her. With one more big pull I had a length of rope in my hand and the ends wraps around my fingers. One more kick to her back gave me the time I needed to wrap the rope around her neck and jump on her back. I got my feet on solid wall and started pulling. Then I started screaming.

“Is this what you wanted?! Only one of us right?!” She couldn’t respond, already gasping for breath and choking on some of her own blood. I couldn’t see anything thanks to the dirt, blood and tears.

“You did this, don’t forget that you did this!!” I screamed and pulled harder. Finally, she fell. But I didn’t stop there. I decided that I needed the knife.

It was small and rusty, but it did the job. I think I stabbed her at least twenty times, screaming and crying the whole time. I wasn’t yelling at her anymore.

“IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?! DID YOU GET TO SEE WHAT YOU WANTED?!”

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173 words in 5 minutes at 05:32 PM on Nov 11, 2015

The first few days everyone figured that the owner of the mustang had a second car and was away. It made sense, why else would someone put a cover on their fancy car?

So we didn’t ask any questions and kept walking past it. I started to image what it looked like under the beige canvas like cover. What color was it? What did the inside look like? What did the driver look like? Someone rich obviously, or at least they had rich parents.

After a week and a half passed I got really curious. I just wanted to know what the big secret was. Teddy told me that I should stay away from it but I could tell she wanted to know too. So we started walking closer to it on our way to class and back. We were the only ones that really took this route since it required going to the farthest parking lot so I’m sure not many people had seen the car.

After two weeks the car started to smell. Not like garbage or spoiled milk. This scent was really rotten like nothing I had ever smelled before. But it wasn’t very strong unless you took a real deep breath so we just held our breath and kept walking.

By the third week the smell was even worse and I couldn’t take. Teddy gagged more than once on our way and back so I wanted to put a stop to it.

I told Teddy to help me and the two of us lifted the cover off from the front and let it gently roll into itself until the front half was uncovered.

Everything stopped for a second until Teddy started screaming but even that was muffled. It wasn’t until I heard her feet hit the pavement when she ran that I finally process what I was looking at.

Two bodies. One in the driver’s seat and one in the passengers. They didn’t even look like people with their faces destroyed, partly from rotting and partly from whatever happened to them before that.

Part of me was curious but the other part could feel that bile rising up my throat so I ran to, yelling at Teddy to wait for me.

375 words in 18 minutes at 10:16 PM on Nov 05, 2015 | comments

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