He'd kill him.
He'd kill again.
He'd kill them all.
All of them.
Dead. He'd kill them. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder. Murder.
Leo ran as fast as he could, his feet going so quickly that the normal human eye wouldn't be able to track them. He hadn't gone this fast in so long. His feet burned, the rubber soles were pretty much gone, not ready to run this far or this fast.
He was just a few minutes away. He had five more miles to run if he had to estimate, so he'd be there in 2 minutes.
The wind traveling across his face dried the blood that had been on his face, he now looked like someone had taken a mix of red and brown paint and threw it at his face.
He arrived at the location he had been keeping everyone, a small house that wasn't very well known, but it was in a safe neighborhood.
He approached the house, seeing five people standing there quietly, waiting. They were Jonah, Darius, Mari, Timothy, and Tannis, Patrick nowhere to be seen.
