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// Bad to Horse 
// Story: What the frick?! 
// by Cool writer 
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We were almost home, when out of nowhere, a car screeched around the corner. Me and Lyra turned to look at it, but before we could react, we were picked up and whoever it was ran towards the house. We were dropped off at the front porch, and I was able to get a good look at this guy. It (surprisingly) wasn't Mr. Creepy. Is it sad that I don't know his name? No, i'd say not, mostly because I don't want to know. But I guess I should... Hey, not now! This guy was... about 15 or 16, and he had blond hair and a grey hoodie on. He stood in front of us, as though he was our guardian. The car screeched to a halt in front of our house, and a guy in a ski mask jumps out of the back.
"Get inside!" Our guardian called, pulling a silvery device from his pocket, pointing it at the door, causing it to emit a faint light and small screeching noise, then the door opened. He then pulled a... duck-tapped nerf gun from his under his hoodie. Me and Lyra dove through the door. Small "pew" shots rang out form the porch, and I was able to see he was firing up in the air. How brave of him, aiming at nothing.
"This is your last chance, I don't want to hurt anybody! Leave here, now!" He ordered. I could see the ski mask guy hesitate, and he turns to run. Guardian takes aim and fires. I was surprised when I heard a tire popping instead of a scream of pain. The ski mask guy turns around and draws a gun. I hear one more shot, and the guy falls to the ground. I panic for a brief moment before I see him clutching his side. Our guardian sighs with relief then runs up to the car, opens the door, and drags out the driver. The driver punches him in the face, and guardian recoils, only to be punched in the gut and sent to the ground. The driver picks up his friend's weapon and points it at our guardian's head.
"NO!" Lyra shouts. He then looks up at us. HE flips the gun around and slams the blunt end of it into guardian's face. He runs over to his friend and throws him into the back. He then pulls out a strange-looking blaster and aims it at us. My last thought is "Is that a trank-" The next thing I know, I'm out cold.