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17. Blood
(Cain is about 17-18 I'm this one)

BLOOD WARNING

Cain ran away as fast as he could. He jumped the barbwire fence and managed to cut his hands up pretty good.

"Agh !" He looked at his hands, blood slowly ran out and began to dry. He kept running till he got to his house.

He hit the door with all the force he could.

"Momma ! D-dad !" He said barley able to breath, the barbs had also dug into his side also.

His mother answered. "Cain ? Whats wrong ?" She asked moving her curly brown hair from her face. "Where's Able ?" She asked.

"He- h-e."

"What's going on ?" His father walked to the door. "Cain Johnson, where have you been ?" He glared at Cain.

"He- He- I-I.." Cain held up his hands up to where the blood running from his hands can be seen.

His mothers eyes grew big. "Cain ! What did you do ?" Her eyes grew big.

His father ran outside.

Cain stared to shake. Finally he leaned on the door post slid down and hid his head. Still stammering.

He could still see the blood running from his hands. He wished he could only tell His blood from Able's..

(my 100 story challenge)