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He was a tall man with wide broad shoulders and a muscly chest to match. I stared up into his eyes and asked curiously, "Are you who they say you are? That man?" He nodded curtly.
I clinged at the iron bars, my hands were bitten by the cold coarseness of the metal. I screamed, "Let me out! Don't take her!" Stone cold eyes looked into me, reflecting a blankness that made me shake.
The brain is a funny thing. It controls the human outlet. But what makes this brain so amazing? Well you see there are things called nerves and your brain controls this system. But you wouldn't understand, would you? Its all too complex for you.
"Here take some of this young lady," whispered the old haggard woman.
"What is it?" I asked curiously.
"Its a concoction that I made. A real punch to your lemonade," replied the old woman.
"I remember two years ago, I was picking lemongrass in the Wilkes field when I suddenly had an idea. An idea to genetically create a new plant with a bitter taste. Try some," explained the old woman.
There was a dark black feel around her. I couldn't place my finger on what it was about her. It seemed like everything I did was being watched. Am I overreacting? I was always classed as a bit of a drama queen. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by someone's hand resting on my shoulder. I shuddered.
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