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May 29th 1977
Nate would not say that he considered himself to be a cruel person by any means. He was pretty much your average twelve year old. He liked looking through comic books and eating sugary cereal. Typical kid stuff. Except that he was incredibly intelligent with an impressively high IQ. In his small, off the map, hick town full of imbreds and idiots, as he refered to them, he was the smartest one around.
Combine his above average intelligence with his unsual choice of hobbies, and he might be considered a sociopath. Nate knows this, because he has a book on mental disorders and behaviors that he has read cover to cover many times. If ever asked, he would be comfortable classifying himelf as a sociopath.
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Andy slowly opens his, immediately aware of the throbbing pain in his head. Lifting a hand to the area that is the most painful, he feels dried blood around a small gash. When he looks at his fingers, there is a bit of fresh blood, as well. He will probably need a stitch or two to cloe the wound. But that is the very least of his worries. He looks around the room, seeing that he is still in the foyer, but he is unsure abut how much time might have passed. His first thought is of the kids and if they are okay. Then his thoughts turn to his wife, and if she is okay as well. Thoughts of what they might be doing to her is torturing him. The idea of anyone's hands on her body torments him. She must be so scared and repulsed by them. Andy uses his arms to drag himself up the wall until
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"Is he alive?" Her voice rings out loud in the quiet stillness of the night. She hears the fear in her own voice, over the scared crying of her children. “Yeah! Yeah, he is alive!” Andy tells her, relief evident in his tone. “But we have got to get him out of here right now if we want him to stay that way." Andy shakes his head, stupified. "I can not believe that they actually shot him! He is his son! Nates brother! And they tried to kill him!" Lacey is jut as angry and confused by that notion. She does not know which one pulled the trigger and actually fired at him, but it does not matter. He is their family and they tried to murder him. That is sickening.
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