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{{Knock yourself out...}}
*Plot:
The city of Boston, MA is at war with the inner workings of itself. It is mid-November of the year 2008, and it looks like the end of the city is near. When one looks around himself, all he sees is flashing lights, clouds of smoke, fires, streams of water, and rain. Lots and lots of rain. It was about three months ago when it all started, when the evils began to take over the city.
Life used to be normal, it was content, and all were happy. City life was hectic, but it was what the people wanted. One would get up at 6:30 AM, and head off to work by 7:00 or 8:00. After a full day of working, they would come home to an empty apartment. Some would just plop themselves upon their elaborate furniture, while others would go out to one of the many nightclubs. Some would go out for a date, while others would simply walk their dog in the cool evening air. The city was just like any other city, until mid-August.
On the night of August 17, it began to rain outside. This was not just a small shower like any other night, it was a torrential downpour. Life continued its normal routine, but in the morning, Boston realized that exactly 101 of its inhabitants were missing. The humans were gone, nowhere to be found! The majority of the kidnapped were children and teens between the ages of 5 and 21, with a few exceptions here and there. No one knew where they went, how they were kidnapped, or what had happened to them. The town was devastated.
Slowly, more citypeople were taken. They were always taken when it was raining outside, and they were alone. First, they would complain of an itch or red mark that grew somewhere upon their skin. Soon after, the red mark would turn to a deep green color, looking almost like a patch of grass. These signs were the warnings of what was to come next; the teeth. The football-shaped sore on the human’s skin would suddenly bore two pierces on either side of it. They were bite marks, and each oozed a drop of blood. Once they were cursed with the bite, most were then kidnapped.
Rain poured out from the sky, falling down on a figure standing upon the banks of a river. The dirty waters of the Charles River splashed beneath her feet. Skinny jeans and a red-black plaid sweater didn’t offer much protection from the downpour, and she shivered slightly. The girl looked about fifteen. She had a very adorable face, with slightly-pointy-but-rounded features. Her skin was a pale color, with spots of rosiness upon her cheeks and nose. Dark brown hair was attempting to stay dry underneath the hood of her sweatshirt. A bright red headband separated her side bangs from the rest of her soft curls, which looked prettier when they were dry. She was very beautiful, but yet, there was a sadness that seemed to overshadow her. Her dark brown eyes cried out for help, for an escape, to be rescued from this place of deep sorrow.
The girl stared at the chaotic city surrounding her. Fire trucks and ambulances were rushing around like madness, and they still couldn’t seem to get anywhere fast enough to save anyone from the disease. It seemed like a ghost was after the city of Boston, and it kept taking away from her. The girl thought of Cassie and Adam, which brought back memories of happier days. There was a time when she was happy to be here. There was a time when she enjoyed living in Boston. There was a time when she felt loved. It seemed like so long ago that she was happy, and when she wasn’t alone. She was loved by friends and family, and they assured her of stability.
“Romeo, save me. I’ve been feeling so alone,” A song played from somewhere deep inside the pockets of the hoodie. Hah. That song suits me right about now. She thought as she pulled her magenta RAZR cell phone out of the deep abyss of her hoodie. Libby again, maybe she’ll have something good to talk about. “Hello?”
“Missy! Where are you?” A high pitched voice travelled through the speakers. It was unclear and crackly from the torrential downpour.
“I’m at the river, why?” Missy replied. Her very best friend in the world was on the phone, and was usually to take her mind off of depression.
“Oh my god! Missy, your mom is at my house right now, and she’s frantic looking for you!” Libby didn’t sound very happy.
“Why is my mom at your house?” Missy asked. Libby’s voice sounded unbelievably worried, and Missy didn’t want to be terrified any more.
“Listen, Jake is missing.” Silence. Jake? How could this be possible? Not him too! Tears trickled down Missy’s face. Within the past month, two of her closest friends had gone missing. And now, it was Jake; her brother.
“No…” She couldn’t think of anything to say. Her mind was too troubled to function. First it was Cassie, that night when we were coming home from the Loop. Then it was Adam, after the football game. Now its Jake, my little brother. Missy was growing angry towards the world. She picked up her feet and started to run towards her best friend’s house. Why does it have to be Jake? Why couldn’t it be me instead? Jake’s only 11, and he has Aspergers!
Nothing could make this day worse. Too many things had gone wrong, and this was the last straw. Nobody could make this pain go away, and nothing could overcome the sorrow that came with losing Jake. I will find him. I will find Jake. I’ll find the others, too! They won’t be lost to this evil forever, because I will save them. I, Missy Graybill, will free Boston, Massachusetts from this evil disease that has engulfed us…