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Siren Head --- Original story chapter 4

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Character by Trevor Heenderson


CHAPTER 4- A MOVIE LIKE SCAPE


Sophia looked at Emma and Jonh, and quietly said:

-I have no idea.- They confidently stood up, and said: -We'll find the way, but first we'll scape-

And just after they finished that sentence, Jonh charged towards the door and broke it. They ran through the corridors, avoiding the cleaning staff, the doctors, and the guards. When they got to the yard, they were presented with a new challenge: Siren Head was standing there, blending in with the rest of the emergency Sirens. By the moment he saw them, his sirens blared, and he ran towards them at incredible speed. The guards at the yard tried to shoot Siren Head, but that only caused him to run towards them instead, but something incredible happened, Siren Head tripped and fell. How was that possible? He tried to get up and run again, only to collide with a cleaning cart. This was so weird, how could that agile beast trip with everything in front of it? -Ah-ha!, I got it- Jonh scram, -He uses echolocation to guide himself, there are no walls here, so he trips and falls with everything that is not in the range of his sirens!- Emma and Jonh were too busy celebrating to notice that Siren Head wasn't in the Mental Hospital's yard, he escaped and ran to the city. -I... NEED TO... SUMMON HER... I NEED ... FOOD- Those were the words that repeated over and over on Siren Head's mind, but, who is "her" in this situation, why is "her" so important to Siren Head? Meanwhile, Jonh and Emma had already made their way out of the mental hospital, and robbed a service truck, they NEEDED to observe Siren Head in order to know EXACTLY how to defeat him.


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