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Archie felt the gun press into his temple. He'd dropped to his knees, hands held over his head. His dad was breathing shallowly and bleeding out just behind him.
"Get up."
Archie couldn't move. The barrel of the gun dug deeper in his skin.
"Get. Up."
Archie squeezed his eyes shut and slowly managed to get to his feet. He didn't try anything; the gun would easily go off before he could. The hooded man grabbed his arm and started pulling him out the door.
"A-arch…"
"Dad!"
The man hit Archie over the head with the gun. The last thing Archie heard was distant sirens, then everything went black.
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When Archie came to he was tied to a chair and his head was throbbing. Instantly he started struggling against his bonds. He tried to cry out for help, but the gag muffled the noise. A door opened above him. Archie stilled.
He flinched with each footstep that echoed down the stairs, looking up as the man stopped in front of him. His eyes widened.
"Hello Archie."
The man pulled up a chair, sitting in front of Archie. He pulled the gag down.
"M-Mr. Cooper."