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>>8631470
Part 2

“Don't” West tried to warn, but was drowned out by Julies loud wails.

The street lights were bright enough that he could make out the splatters of rich liquid that led to his friends now mangled and twisted body. His legs lay at a strange angle, facing opposite his arms and making it look like he was trying to play Twister on the sidewalk. His head was bent inwards towards his chest, partly hidden by his left arm. As Roth approached, he realized Jake was still moving. Twitching. Like that squirrel his mom had run over just the year before.

Whatever fear gripped him left in an instant, and he ran the rest of the way and fell on his knees before Jake. He reached out with his hands, wanting to pull or sit him up, but too afraid to touch anything on his already broken body. His breathes started coming hot and heavy as panic began to overwhelm him, the sight of blood pouring from a cracked open skull just too much.

And not just cracked, but shattered. A huge, flat surface on the back of his skull showed where he had hit the pavement so hard, and now, as he lay twitching, pieces begin to give way. Roth watched with horror as his brain began to fall out.

He half chokes out a small wail, and futily attempts to hold his friends head together, pushing back on the meat like he has any chance of keeping it in. The feeling of warm blood, hard pieces of bone, and spongy meat shock and disgust him, but he can't let go. He can't. No.

A road-rash scraped hand suddenly grips him by the arm, and he jumps.

Looking down, Roth is shocked to see two wide brown eyes staring into him. Or perhaps past him. He would never know, because in the next instent...Jake was gone.

He felt two pairs of small, rough, hands pulling him up to his feet and dragging him back a couple feet. The next thing he knew, his arms were around Benny and Wests shoulders, and they were carrying him out soldier style, back to the bush. When at last they sat him down to catch their breathes, all Roth could manage to say was:

“Where's the little girl?”

Benny and West shared a look, and Roth's chest tightened more than he thought was possible.

“It was a dud” Benny answered, at last.

“It was just a doll we were chasing.”
>Also always been interested in books that provide some pictures between chapters, like at the beginning of each chapter, thoughts?

>>8607603
Pt. 2 of 2

The street lights were bright enough that he could make out the splatters of rich liquid that led to his friends now mangled and twisted body. His legs lay at a strange angle, facing opposite his arms and making it look like he was trying to play Twister on the sidewalk. His head was bent inwards towards his chest, partly hidden by his left arm. As Roth approached, he realized Jake was still moving. Twitching. Like that squirrel his mom had run over just the year before.

Whatever fear gripped him left in an instant, and he ran the rest of the way and fell on his knees before Jake. He reached out with his hands, wanting to pull or sit him up, but too afraid to touch anything on his already broken body. His breathes started coming hot and heavy as panic began to overwhelm him, the sight of blood pouring from a cracked open skull just too much.

And not just cracked, but shattered. A huge, flat surface on the back of his skull showed where he had hit the pavement so hard, and now, as he lay twitching, pieces begin to give way. Roth watched with horror as his brain began to fall out.

He half chokes out a small wail, and futily attempts to hold his friends head together, pushing back on the meat like he has any chance of keeping it in. The feeling of warm blood, hard pieces of bone, and spongy meat shock and disgust him, but he can't let go. He can't. No.

A road-rash scraped hand suddenly grips him by the arm, and he jumps.

Looking down, Roth is shocked to see two wide brown eyes staring into him. Or perhaps past him. He would never know, because in the next instent...Jake was gone.

He felt two pairs of small, rough, hands pulling him up to his feet and dragging him back a couple feet. The next thing he knew, his arms were around Benny and Wests shoulders, and they were carrying him out soldier style, back to the bush. When at last they sat him down to catch their breathes, all Roth could manage to say was:

“Where's the little girl?”

Benny and West shared a look, and Roth's chest tightened more than he thought was possible.

“It was a dud” Benny answered, at last.

“It was just a doll we were chasing.”

(obviously I haven't done much editing yet)