Chapter 2.5

So, did he have a twin? That's what I hoped. Unfortunatey, when the cuffed thug woke up, he was shocked. Crap. Crap. Crap. I thought I was going to die. Why? I don't know. Maybe because the cuffed guy lifted his arms and used his restraints to grab my neck. The free one took out a knife. "Duck!" I heard a voice yell. What the h**l, I was gonna die anyway. I ducked. The cuffs released from my neck. The guy with the knife bolted. Even though I should have steadied myself, I gave chase. I stopped, well, skidded really. What I saw scarred me. I was 12 when I saw my first murder.