Bolting out from behind the car, I rushed at the old man who was stringing Hugh up by the collar and threw myself at him. “Let him go,” I hissed, smashing him with the eggs I was still holding before biting down on his arm. “Jesus Christ,” the old man yelped, releasing my friend and cradling his hand to his chest. I moved to rush the man again, but a hand grabbed mine and pulled me away. Hugh’s hand, I realized, as we ran full speed after our friends in the opposite direction of his house. “Holy shit,” Hugh laughed, still holding my hand, as we ran for our lives from the crime scene. “I can’t
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