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ProfNigma Stories #10: Schneider’s Island #1
Date: 1/22/2017, Categories: Celebrities, Author: FrankSinner, Source: xHamster
... girls that he barely felt the tug on his pants from Savanna. "Were you surprised, Uncle Freddie?" "Oh, yes," he said, sinking to one knee to face her. "I was so surprised and happy that we found you down there." "So does that mean I win?" she asked, as if that was a normal question. "Win what?" "The game. I win now, right?" Freddie stared at the young, clearly out of touch young ch*ld, and tried desperately to understand, as he felt a slight chill go up his arm. "What game? With who?" "The game with your dad… the grumpy policeman… he said you would like this game." The small chill had become a full on icicle, and it currently felt like he was being impaled upon it, the cold feeling was so strong. He sprung up and looked around before racing toward the steps as Savanna ran after him shouting. "You do want to play don't you, Uncle Freddie?" * * * "Yup…" Beck said with a sigh as he finally took a seat on the surprisingly soft bed. ൜ minutes and still nothing…" He had paced around the room almost non stop since he realized Savanna wasn't coming back for him, and now he was just miserable. But then again, he had his gun, and this room seems pretty safe, he thought. ...
... Can't hurt to just rest until I hear those self righteous assholes. Beck was instantly surprised at how heavy his eyes got in such a short time, and before long he was fighting to stay awake. Unfortunately, as his fight with the Sandman came to a close, another fight, much greater than any other he'd ever faced, began and ended in an instant, as he felt a sharp pain in his back. A horrified glance down revealed that that growing pain was from a cold steel hunting knife that pushed straight through his abdomen, exiting fully, as he felt the hilt against his spine. The pain was excruciating and he couldn't move really to get away. He could only watch with wide eyes as the knife withdrew and was shoved back into him, much harder and faster. It was the second or third time it happened that he began to realize that he wasn't going to be alright. In that moment, feeling excruciating pain, he reached out towards the shape that was now sliding out from underneath the bed, but everything faded out before he could even get a good look at who did this. His last thought before he reached oblivion was not some life flash, or sudden peace discovery, but the phrase from the tag of the stuffed a****l: "You can't run away from trouble. There ain't no place that far."