When we arrived in the secret location*Wisconsin* I walked into the old house I saw movement I called Michael he looked where I pointed. As the figure stepped out the darkness I realized who he was. It was Jack with a knife, his arms were cut up and bloody. He had a cuchillo in his hand; he sprinted up to me and stuck it in my shoulder. “Oh, damn it! Not this crap again!” I yelled in pain. Right when Jack placed his bloody hands on me, Michael didn't act like his normal self. He started to twitch a little and he was growling at him. I was a little bit más concerned on what was going on with...
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