Chapter Nine

Michael ran Immediately, following the trail. Jumping over rocks, rushing through bushes, dodging trees, but he finally arrived, his clothes torn and dirty.

He stood there, exhausted, in front of the station. Taking a short break to catch his breath and analyze the surroundings before going in, but he soon realizes there’s no time as screams emerge from the building.

“PLEASE! SOMEONE HELP ME!”

‘That has to be Arnold’ Michael thought dashing in blindly.

He came in from the front entrance, the station was getting dark so it was hard to see, but he could the sounds in the distance.

Following the noises, Michael snuck his way towards Arnold and his captors; they had tied Arnold to a chair, the bag still over his head with his arms and legs tied.

Michael picked a spot to hide behind an old dusty crate. Looking closely at the scene, he saw bruises all over Arnolds body, meaning he was beaten up earlier.

One of the men sat at the corner scratching his head, while the other reached for a b