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the rooms. Michael hated the name Mikey, but Tyler was the only one ever allowed to use that nickname.
    I heard the door creak open and Michael call again for Tyler. Footsteps pounded across the cabin floor. I jumped back on the crate and peered through the window. Breathe, I urged myself. I had to see him with my own two eyes.
    He was there; standing only a few yards away, but his back was facing me. My heart was overjoyed, but also anguishing at the same time. I longed to be with him. I wanted to run into his arms and never let go.
    Then, there was a thumping sound inside one of the rooms. I watched as Michael walked towards it. He stepped inside then immediately stumbled back, jerking both arms into the air. I could only see his profile, but I could easily read the expression on his face. He looked terrified and distressed.
    “Michael, you brought the money right? Tell me you brought the money,” Tyler begged, still hidden within the room.
    “What the hell did you bring me into Tyler?” Michael scolded.
    “Please tell me you brought the money. He just wants the money… then he’ll let me go. He’ll let both of us go. He’ll kill me if he doesn’t get it,” Tyler’s pleading sounding more like whimpering.
    “I didn’t bring any money with me,” Michael replied.
    “What!?! Michael… y-y-you said… y-y-you told me that you would help me out! Y-y-you said--,” Tyler stuttered through his words.
    “Shut up!” The rough voice interrupted, followed by a loud crack and painful moans. He must have hit Tyler.
    “Whoa man. You don’t have to do this. We’re all cool here,” Michael said calmly, slowly backing up with his hands still up in front of him. He was so brave despite the circumstances.
    “Get up!” the harsh voice yelled.
    There was a lot of moving and shuffling out of my view. I fixed my gaze on Michael, wishing, wanting to do something to help him, but I was involuntarily frozen in my place.
    Tyler staggered forward into full view. There was a man right behind him; his right arm was wrapped around his neck, while the other held a gun pointed to his head. They inched forward towards Michael. Tyler was grasping the right side of his head, which was wet with blood. I saw Michael sigh, shut his eyes, and slowly shake his head. He knew he was in trouble. If there was any way I could trade places with him, I would…in an instant. But I couldn’t, and it was killing me inside.
    The man looked pretty tall, a little taller than Michael who was 6’1”, but he looked like a bum. He was wearing a long, black, trench coat over worn, dirty jeans, and a faded blue t-shirt. On his hands he had black-leather gloves, cut off at the tips, and a black, knit beanie pulled down over his head. His face was thin, badly weathered and wrinkled, with dark, sharp, pointy features. His eyes were sunken into their sockets, and his pupils looked black and evil. He was missing one tooth. Left. Bottom. The rest were yellow and rotted.
    “Look what you’ve gotten yourself into Tyler, and now you’ve dragged me into this?” Michael’s voice was strained. “I shouldn’t be here!” He shook his head disapprovingly. He was right! He should be with me!
    “I know…,” Tyler said gravely as his eyes closed in regret. “I called you because you’re the only one I could ever count on. I’m sorry.”
    “Booo-hooo!” the man sarcastically jested. “Give me the money NOW, or your friend dies!” His voice was dead serious as he spoke to Michael. He cocked back the hammer of the gun and aimed it at Tyler’s temple. The look in his eyes was of pure evil. He looked possessed.
    “Okay - okay,” Michael said in a calm, strong voice. “I’ll go get the money and bring it right back. Just don’t do anything you’ll regret.”
    “Did I say ya could leave?” the man yelled. “Ya ain’t doin’ nothin’ unless I tell ya, boy! Ya think I’m stupid? I know as soon as ya walk out that door you’ll be callin’ them cops.