Destination Detonation

“Photo! Photo! Come on, we’re breaking you out of here!”

I stared terrified at the man with the red hair.

“Who are you? How did you find me?” I demanded, stepping back

He slipped a draculoid mask over his head and reached his hand out towards me. I backed away more, but he kept coming forward.

“We’re here to help you.” I stared at him incredulously.

“Help me? You’re starting a riot! Get out! I’m calling the police!”

“Photo, Photo!” He shouted when I moved closer to the emergency phone. “We need to get out of here.
Come on!”

“Stop calling me that! Who are you?”

“Faith. Grace told us you’d be here.”

I froze with my hand on the set. That was my name, wasn’t it? And Grace, she was my sister. How would they know that? The city said she was dead.

“You’re going to come back with me, to the diner. We haven’t got a lot of time, though.”

“Who are you?” I demanded again. “What do you know about my sister?” Was there still a chance for her?

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