5 “WHOA —! PLEASE —” I JUMPED to my feet and tried to back away. But I tripped over the curb and landed on my butt on the grass. The fog swirled over me, pinning me to the ground. Inside the mist, I could see the man in the swirling cloak. “Tell me!” he screamed. His breath was a rush of hot wind, putrid like rotten fish. The stench hung over me. I held my breath, waiting for it to fade away. “Tell me where they are!” Again, the hot, smelly breath roared over me. “Who—? Where?” I choked out. “I—I really don't know what you're talking about.” “Don't lie to me, fool!” A wisp of black fog shot over my arm. I let out a scream as sharp pain stabbed through my hand. “No—oh, please!” I uttered a weak cry as the skin began to peel back from my fingers. My fingernails flopped loosely. “Ohhh. It hurts! It really hurts!” I could see all the blue veins and yellow tendons and muscles of my hand. I opened and closed my fist, trying to lessen the pain. I watched the tendons and muscles move, the tiny veins pulsing with blood.
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