Mindfield

-Cook-

Well now. We’re in a bit of a mess. I thought those fields were empty. How was I to know that vampire gods lived here? I looked over at Omi and Peter. Peter was glaring at me.

“My bad,” I mouthed at him. He stuck up his middle finger at me.

-Three Hours Ago-

“It’s right here,” I said. I pointed down the narrow trail. Peter has seen this before. Omi checked on his phone.

“Are you sure this is the right way?” he asked.

“Yeah!” I said. “Come on!” I walked down the bath. Peter and Omi were reluctant but followed behind. I had my phone out. What do you have for us? I was going to find out.

The trees blocked out the sky. Omi held out his hand.

“I think it’s going to rain,” he said. I waved him off.

“It’s fine,” I said. We kept walking down the path. Even little drops hitting my face didn’t deter me.

We didn’t notice that we were being followed.

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-Now-

So here we were. We’re surrounded by vampires. I looked up at one of them. He glared at me. Great. We’re being held hostage by old pissed off vampires. They took our phones. And I think they want to kill us. Peter’s glaring at me while Omi’s been quiet.

“What’cha thinking?” I whispered. He shook his head.

“Oi! Stop talking!” one of them shouted. I put up my hands.

“Okay, okay! Geez!” I said. The guard clicked his tongue. Okay, we have to get out of here. But how?

That’s when I saw the darts in Omi’s hand. What the…?

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-One Hour Earlier-

“Guys!” Peter said. We were at the fence. I looked for an entrance.

“Uh-huh?” I asked. There was a pause.

“I think someone’s following us,” Peter said.

“What?” I asked. There was another pause. I froze.

“Guys?” I asked, turning my head. “Oh…” There had to be about a ton of dudes with guns pointed at us. Omi and Peter had their hands up. I did the same. Oh… Oh shit!