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
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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