“You see what you made me do?” Ezekiel stood right in front of me, holding a young girl up in the air by her neck. She was struggling to breathe and her eyes were locked on me, full of fear. She wanted me to help her.
“Ezekiel please. She has done nothing to you. Let her go,” I shouted at him, but I still kept my eyes on the girl in his hand, mortified from seeing her life slowly leaving her body. Her face turned red and then slowly purple. She had little time left.
“I don’t want to. They will all pay for what you did,” he replied with an evil laugh which resonated all over the place. I took one last look at the girl whose limbs had stopped moving. I couldn’t let her die, not like that. I pushed my body forward, but I couldn’t move. My body was frozen and refused to listen to me.
“Eze
