Hello, My Name Is: Death
Volume Four
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    "Oh my god," I a dit and sat in the chair Jerek did when I went to take a shower.
    "So, what do we do, doc?" Tabra asked.
    "We try to get him back. Tabra run outside and see if toi can still-"
    "It's too late," I interrupted.
    "How so?" She asked.
    "We don't know what time he was take, we just know he was taken between the ten minutes of my shower, which means that he could have been taken very recently ou right as I left this room. We don't know. Either way, the car is gone par now par the time I went upstairs to ask where he was, back down, and back up to get toi guys." I a dit and they started thinking about a strategy.
    The jour before the Final Fight, and Jerek gets kidnapped. So weird. Wait a minute, why wait!?
    "Let's go!" I a dit and started up the stairs.
    "Cyd, wait. Wait!"
    "What?" I asked Tabra.
    "Where are we going?" Shropee asked.
    "We are going to battle." I a dit and went up the stairs.
    "But the other doctors won't be here till tomorrow." Shropee said.
    "Well, tell them to get there butts here now, because we need them. HEY, LISTEN UP EVERYONE!" Everyone was in the meeting hall, good. "Jerek has been kidnapped par someone from the Death Clan of the Fallen.
    I heard sounds of disgust in the air.
    "So, here is what we are going to do. I'm going to call Haus, I'm going to tell him that we need to meet at the parking lot behind Target at midnight. That way, no one can see us. The parking lot is in between Target, and the storage department of Target. We'll be sûr, sans danger from people seeing our battle. We will get Jerek back, kill Haus and his men, and come back here with a Victorious sûr, sans danger feeling inside of us. Got it!?"
    "Yes!" They all a dit in unison.
    "Now, everyone be quiet as I call Haus. Tabra, number please." I a dit after Shropee handed me the house phone.
    "Here it is," Tabra handed me a slip of paper. I dialed the number, and waited for an answer.
    And I got one.
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(ATTENTION: THE FOLLOWING PART OF THIS CHAPTER IS IN HAUS'S POINT OF VIEW, THANKS, AND toi MAY NOW CONTINUE READING)
    I crouched par the window, the rain drizzeling onto me. I was watching Cyd train. Then Jerek came down. They talked, and then she ran up the steps. Jerek sat on a chair par the stairs, and I figured this was my time to act. I kicked the window open, slid inside, and ran to Jerek. He jumped up and I punched him once in the jaw, once in the stomach, and slung him over my shoulder. He struggeled, so dropped him and kicked him in the stomach. I then picked him up again and pushed him out of the window. As I was pulling myself out, he coughed up blood and spit it on my face. It oozed onto the window sill as I rubbed it off of my face. I punched him once more, and he started to get riled up.
    "Let me go!" He a dit as I was pulling him towards my car.
    "Shut up, will you!?" I said, dragging Jerek's body across the lawn and into the back of my car.
    "LET ME GO!" He shouted.
    "SHUT! UP!" I kicked him and he did.
    I pulled him into the back of the car, and had the driver drive off. "Now, Jerek, welcome back."
    "To what?" Jerek asked.
    "To your death." I said, and grabbed his face, turned it to the side, exposed my fangs, and went for his neck.