Noah slipped into his tiny twin bed and fell into a restless sleep. He had the strangest feeling that someone or something was watching him, and it was very unsettling.

Around two-o-clock in the morning Noah heard a weird clatter. It sounded like metal banging against metal. He also heard pounding footsteps. As the sound grew louder and louder Noah sat up in bed anxiously. “Mom?” he asked. “Dad?” No one responded and the footsteps quickened to a run. Soon Noah saw an unfamiliar woman enter his room with a knife. Before he knew it she was holding the knife to his throat. He gasped and blurted, “Anything! I’ll do anything you want if you don’t kill me!” “Yeah, right,” she replied, “and I’m the queen of England.” “No, I promise! Please! Don’t kill me!” She stared at me for a moment, sizing me up. “Fine. I won’t kill you if you join my gang. If you don’t please me, Ill kill you, your family, and anyone you’re close to.” Noah gulped nervously. He’d do everything possible to save himself, and his family. “Alright.” He said. “Meet tomorrow in the alley between the jewelry shop and the clothing store at noon,” the woman said, and quickly added, “Or else,” waving her knife.

Noah couldn’t sleep for the rest of the night. Why would he sleep? He had dug himself in a deep hole that he wasn’t sure he could dig himself out of. Why did he do something so cowardly? And if he failed to fulfill one of the mafias requests,what would be the consequences? Noah did this to save his family, but he wasn’t feeling very heroic at the moment.

The next day, Noah woke with a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was about to do the worst thing he had ever done in his life, at such a young age. If he was arrested, then would the police listen to the truth, the real reason he decided to join the gang? Most likely not, which would put him in deep trouble. Noah’s stepfather thought he was a bad kid, but his mother saw him as a complete angel. If his mother found out what he was doing, he couldn’t bear her disappointment. His troubles weighing heavily on his burdened mind, Noah trudged down the stairs to the kitchen. Upon seeing him, his mother frowned, very concerned. “Are you okay honey?” She asked him. “Yeah mom,” Noah lied. “I’ll make you some pancakes,” she said, her brow still wrinkled with worry. Noah went throughout the next part of his day normally, but he felt anything but normal.

At noon he told his mother he was going on a “walk through the woods” and left to meet with the murderer and her gang. With each step, his guilt increased. When he reached the alley, he saw the same woman with a strange group of people crowding around her. “You’re late,” she said in her guttural, raspy voice. The strange people stared at Noah until he was very uncomfortable, then the woman started to speak. “Noah,” she said. “This is my gang.” Her gang grunted their greetings. There were about ten people in the group. One was tall and bald, with a curly red mustache. Another had brunette, shoulder-length hair with a frightening amount of pimples. But the ones that stood out the most were the identical twins, shaking vigorously at the back of the alleyway. Noah guessed they had been forced into the gang just like he had been. Since I described the gang for all of you readers, now I will describe the murderer. She had short and straight blonde hair, an abundance of freckles, and she was beautiful in a menacing way. “By the way, Noah, my name is Belladonna, and I have an assignment for you. If you fail, too bad, you die. If you succeed, well, I’ll think about giving you a reward.” Noah groaned. He hoped his task would be easy and bloodless. “I want you to kill my mother. She’s highly suspicious of me.” Noah gaped in pure terror at Belladonna. How could the woman be so evil as to ask a 14-year-old boy to kill her mother? At these words, Noah decided the murderer was a soulless monster. But little did he know, Belladonna only asked because it was to painful to do it herself. She still had a speck of kindness.

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