by Erin Fassio

A dark and stormy night, until the clouds broke. He was mystified finding Jack, still dressed in his scoutmaster uniform, collasped by the roadside.

Cursing, he opened the trunk. Dragging Jack, he was suprised by the bite of a blade.

Dying, he gasped, the poison should have killed you already. Antidote, Jack replied. Scout's motto.

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Darrin Mossor
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