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The hunt was cut short, but for good reason. Locke finally looked away, pulling out that piece of paper again. He didn’t have a pen on him, but he didn’t need one. He dabbed the blood streaking his face and slid it across the final line on the list.

Trenchcoat Man

Thornby

Pearson

Man in the red shirt

Then he pulled the phone back out and stared down at the message, his eyes drunk off the line staring back at him.

She’s been spotted, but not in the way you might think.

There had been so much carnage in the last eighteen months. Endless street wars and recruits that were brainwashed and assigned to his underbelly association. Troops he’d send outto harness power and then collect. And when it had gotten too hard, and the pain cut deep, he had needed someone. But there was no one. And he had turned on himself in response.

But now this message…

Locke thought of smooth skin and large brown eyes and that familiar gnawing hunger within him ignited.

He turned around and waded back into the black forest.

He hoped for…hope.

And vengeance.

The House

One day two sisters played House.

But, as they ate their tea and biscuits, they heard three knocks on the door from the big bad wolf.

His first knock came like thunder, and the two girls jumped.

His second knock followed with a threat to blow their house down.

His third knock shattered the door, and the two girls hid.

One sister watched as he blew the house down.

The second sister was found.

Two

Kali

Run.

Run.

Tell her to run.

Tell her to run.

Tell her to run now.

Run.

Run.

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