• My feet were pricked from the bushes with their deadly, poiseness thorns. My rags that were my clothing, barely stayed up while two men dragged me to my demise. I screamed and squirmed, dragging my body so they would have to use all their might and energy to pull me. We reached the Shadow of Death. Tears were making puddles on the dry, dead ground has we went. A man with an iron mask shielding his face from anyone knowing his identity, embraced a razor sharp ax. Kicking randomly, aimlessly, and fiercely and screaming bloody murder till I thought my lungs would burst. I finally became free. In a heartbeart, I took off like a cheetah on steriods. Running straight to my freedom. Towards the barb wire fence. I tripped over a flat surface. My mind was spinning. Quickly regathering myself, my feet was moving rapidly, I felt like I could start flying and leave this horrible nightmare. The barbwire fence was getting closer. Iron clanked behind me by the murders. Reaching the barbed wire fence, I started tot climb over it, getting cuts everywhere. The iron gate only opened from the outside. Gravity was against me. It started to pull me down and end my living existance. Wait it wasn't gravity. I was under one of the murder's grasp. His right hand was wrapped around my neck, blocking my air ways. His buddies hoovered over me, slashing me with their whips that were always attached to their hips. After ten slashes from teh three men they towed me to my death. I tried to restrain and break free. But this time I knew it was the end for me. They laid my head against a tree stump and sliced my neck into two. That night on Friday the 13th Angela Ryker, a fifteen year old girl died.