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A group of 17 and 18 year olds emerged from the forest edge and made a semi-circle along the water. There was a brawny guy, carrying a short girl over his shoulder, she looked unconsciencous, and she couldn't be older than 16, if that at most. He walked through the group and laid her down in front of the 1/2 circle. They began walking ritually in a perfect circle around her, takes rose petals and gentlely throwing them on her.

I realized it was Libba, and this was a Satanic Mass. They were going to kill her. I was so scared for her and myself! I didn't know anything about how they went about these masses, I didn't know when the right time to quickly get her was, I felt helpless and I knew right now either I would have a garunteed pass of living if I left her or I could go back and try to save her, risking my life as well. In my logical mind, it was a tough choice, but in my REAL mind? There was never any competition, I was a fighter, and I'd be damned if I let them kill her when she was not even consciencous just because I was deciding whether or not to be a coward.

I looked around, slightly panicked to be strained for time, trying to find a distraction or a good way of defending myself. I took off my hair elastic headband and tied it around a couple branches I quietly snapped off, then, as hard as I could, I threw the entire group in the water, making a barely audible splash, but I knew they would be paranoid during these things, getting caught killing someone, so they had overstrained their ears, hearing that easily. They all stopped suddenly, freaked out, and one guy roared,

"Well?! GO CHECK IT OUT" and almost all of them started to run instantly to where I was, while I was running around them, and going to Libba. The problem was that one last guy who had stayed behind with Libba, I was guessing their leader. I did the only thing I could think of, I ran up to him and punched him in the back of the head, hoping he would pass out, but he didn't. He just grunted and sighed, holding his head and turned back to me. I stood there, not frozen, but with no complete idea whatsoever to do, so I deliberated, while standing there helpless

"um, sorry?" i said feebly, he looked at me for a minute and put his hand on my neck, for a minute, I thought he was accepting my apology, but then I felt a slight pressure, and knew I was about to pass out, so I gripped him as tight as I could, wrapping my legs around his waist, I knew it could send mixed messages, but if I laid on the ground, they'd all kill me, I was sure of it.

I woke up so much later with a huge headache, but quickly remembered what had happened. I sat straight up and looked for Libba, she was nowhere, and I was scared that something horrible had happened to her. There was blood stain splatters on the ground, and it only increased my shock of something happening to her, but it also increased my anger.

The thought that some kids could just go and tie my to a wall with chains and drag Libba to who knows where. This was only a single room, then I realized, it was the closet in the clock tower. The guy I had clung to earlier came in, and I ran to him, grabbed the collar of his shirt and gripped as hard as I could, white-knuckled and screamed

"WHERE IS SHE YOU BASTARD!"