Chapter74

Elijah's POV: I was slowly walking, my head heavy and my conscience as well. Through the cold foggy and dangerous ghetto street, I walked. At midnight. I heard footsteps. Someone was following me. I turned, I saw a tall guy all in black with a mask on his face. I looked at his hand. He was holding a gun! I turned, afraid and began to run. I heard him follow me. He was catching up with me. Suddenly, another tall guy with the same mask appeared in front of me. I tried to switch directions but he slapped me hard across the face with his own gun. The next thing I felt was the cold wet floor. I looked up at them, feeling pain. They looked down at me. "Hello, Elijah," one said. "Wh– who sent you?? Christina sent you!" The guy squatted close to me. Looking at me into the eyes. He had familiar eyes. "Christina did not send me." "Pl– please, who are–" the other hit me hard in the ribs and I cried out in pain, "AAH! Please!" "Tell me one thing," the first said. "Wh– what??" "Where