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Katherine didn't ask for any of this. She works for the boy band One Direction, which she loves, and has a foster sibling, whom she loves. But, what she didn't ask for finding out a dangerous secret. Now, she is constantly being watched, her conversations are being recorded, and she is being hunted. All because of on little piece of a puzzle that she just happened to figure out. According to her hunter, she can't live for another day.


10. What's over there?

Breathing heavily, I sped to my destination, the dumpster. Could I be I too late? Did I doom Ranger and Scout?
I clutched the little box tightly in my right hand. What was so important about that box that made this man want to kill my friends? I tried examining it while driving, but soon realized that that was a bad idea. I checked the clock, twelve fifteen. I was late, and if he killed them it would be on my hands. I felt the tears sting my eyes, but held them back. I couldn’t look weak; I had to appear strong for Ranger and Scout, if they were still alive.  Biting my lip, I scanned the area of the dumpster that I just pulled up to. I felt a twig of hope that he might have been late also, but that soon vanished as I realized he probably already left. I parked my car a safe distance from the trash, just to be safe. 
“Hello?!” I shouted, searching around the area. A confused look swept across my face, I glanced around in each direction. Not wanting to make eye contact if the man happened to be there. I remained there for a few minutes, and then got back in my car, still to wait.  I sighed; maybe I had been too late. Biting my lip to keep from crying, I got out of my car again. I was getting angrier and angrier. Why was this guy taking so long? Or did he already leave? He couldn’t wait fifteen minutes? Fifteen minute?!
“Wow, I guess you really wanted this box.” I said sarcastically.
“Yes, I do. So hand it over and no one gets hurt.”
I jumped when I heard the man say that. I immediately started shaking.
“Give…Give me my friends.” I demanded weakly. So much for appearing strong.
“Give me my box! Then and only then will you ever see your little friends again!” He barked at me. I quivered a little, thinking about what he could do to them. I hadn't even seen him yet; his voice seemed to be coming from all directions at the same time.
“Where…where are you?” I asked timidly.
“Right here,” He whispered in my ear. I wiped my head around and saw the man that had been chasing us. He laughed at my expression, which must have been pure terror.
“Remember me?” His deep, throaty voice croaked. He started chuckling, and then it turned into a full blast hooting and hollering. I was horrified, how could he take this so lightly? What was so funny anyway? Suddenly, his evil cackle turned into a series of horrible coughing. He slumped on the ground, the coughing overtaking him. I didn’t care though; he had taken my friends and threatened to kill them.  He began to cough up blood.
“What the heck is wrong with you?” I demanded.
He didn't answer, my eyebrows slanted in a questioning glare.
“Where are my friends?”
He pointed in the direction of my car. I slowly strolled over to where he was pointing, not taking my eyes off of him. He could be trying to pull a fast one on me and I wouldn't let him. 
I reached out and pulled the handle on my car...

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