Sam was upset that Ray had kidnapped and threatened me, but he took it personally as if he knew Ray. We both decided it was best if we started to look for the three items Ray demanded. First we decided to look for essence of death. It actually sounded easy to find after some research and searching. All we had do to was use a needle to extract the soul of a dying person. We decided not to kill a person but to find someone already dying at a hospital. One of the people on the list of almost dead was Laurel Lance. Laurel willingly said that we could extract her soul with the needle while she was dying. In a few minutes, Laurel had slipped into cardiac arrest. We had to extract her soul quickly; I couldn’t find the strength to do it. Sam said,” Hand me the needle, quickly.” I turned to Sam scared and started to cry. He hugged me close to him as he inserted the needle into Laurel. Sam patted my back and said,” It’s ok Felicity, it’s over now.” I exhaled realizing I was holding my breathe. Sam packed the needle filled with Laurel’s dying soul into his backpack. I was still a little shaken up about the fact that essence of death was a real thing. Suddenly Sam enthusiastically turned to me and said,” What’s next?” “The griffon’s feather,” I replied as we walked out of Laurel’s hospital room. We were silent until we walked out of the hospitals front doors (which haunted me now) and a wave of guilt fell over me and I teared up again as I remembered
Sam was upset that Ray had kidnapped and threatened me, but he took it personally as if he knew Ray. We both decided it was best if we started to look for the three items Ray demanded. First we decided to look for essence of death. It actually sounded easy to find after some research and searching. All we had do to was use a needle to extract the soul of a dying person. We decided not to kill a person but to find someone already dying at a hospital. One of the people on the list of almost dead was Laurel Lance. Laurel willingly said that we could extract her soul with the needle while she was dying. In a few minutes, Laurel had slipped into cardiac arrest. We had to extract her soul quickly; I couldn’t find the strength to do it. Sam said,” Hand me the needle, quickly.” I turned to Sam scared and started to cry. He hugged me close to him as he inserted the needle into Laurel. Sam patted my back and said,” It’s ok Felicity, it’s over now.” I exhaled realizing I was holding my breathe. Sam packed the needle filled with Laurel’s dying soul into his backpack. I was still a little shaken up about the fact that essence of death was a real thing. Suddenly Sam enthusiastically turned to me and said,” What’s next?” “The griffon’s feather,” I replied as we walked out of Laurel’s hospital room. We were silent until we walked out of the hospitals front doors (which haunted me now) and a wave of guilt fell over me and I teared up again as I remembered