ESCAPE FROM THE HANDS OF DEATH

Freddy walked slowly down the ridge that led to the lakeside, the beach was quiet and entirely deserted, it was midnight, no one was expected to be there. He had six guards, armed to the teeth, three following behind him and three moving ahead of him.

He was puffing out smokes from his marijuana as he walked; they came down the beach, only to hear a man’s yell from a far distance.

Freddy immediately knew who it was, it was Ryan.

“Over here Freddy!!”

The guards started walking towards the direction of the yell on Freddy’s orders. As they got close, they could see him clearly.

“He’s bounded sir,” one of the guards in front called out, raising his hand in a fist to halt their movement. He glanced backwards at Freddy, waiting for instructions.

They were just few meters apart from each other, Freddy popped his head out to get a clear view of Ryan, he had been suspicious of this whole situation from the very start, he had wondered and thought why Ryan would call him out here just to t