i see a triangle coming upawesome update!n nope u didnt lose yr fanbase!-im just a lil late on gettin on pimdbringin it bck to pg 1 BUMP
UPDATE THIS STORY NOW ADAM!! I COMMAND YOU TO!! OR ELSE I WILL THROW ADAM AND AMANDA IN A TOILET CUBICLE WITH A PARASITE!! (AND I DO KNOW THAT THAT'S A DIFFERENT STORY)
She looked good. She had casual clothes on. A pink T-shirt, which was a little to small if you get my meaning, and a pair of faded blue jeans. Her face was hiding something though, like it had a cell, with a key out of reach. My intuition told me to get out of there immediately, while I had the opportunity. I was only an inch away from the entrance, I could bolt out of there. But something in my head told me I needed to do this. "Hey." I said, as I walked nonchalantly to the table, and sat down in the booth, hearing leather against leather as my jacket scooted across it. I put my hands in my lap and she looked down before finally speaking. "So Max... I... Uh, have something I need to tell you." She said nervously before pulling a pistol to my head. I could tell she didn't want to do this, she had the sad look of depression as she held it. Her hands were shaking slightly, as she pointed it right at me. "Get out of the booth slowly..." She said scooting out slowly, with one hand still on the gun pointed right at me. It looked to be a standard 9mm pistol. A kind a cop would use. I had one inside my holster, which was hidden by my jacket. If I reached for it, I know she'd shoot me right then and there, spreading my brain matter in the floor making a bad day for the janitor. I slowly crept out of the seat, keeping my hands raised above my head. I needed a plan, and fast. I couldn't think of anything smart, so I had to do what she said. "Now, come slowly closer to me." She said staring at me with sad eyes, but a cold expression. I walked slowly over to her, making my footsteps long and dramatic. Everyone around the cafe was staring with fear in their eyes as their local detective got shown up. Of course this happens to me, it always happens to me. Before I could react, the handle of the gun hit the top of my head, dropping me to the ground with a hard thud. I blacked out instantly. I thought I was dead, but it was worse. I was captured.