Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24771948-20140403235129



 There sat a sixteen year old boy attempting to eat what the schools called a nutritious meal. On the outside of him he looked like your average teenager. His artier seemed fairly normal, green turtle-neck, red thin jeans along with his black vans and rainbow studded belt. His unkempt platinum blonde hair looked as if he had just rolled out of his bed after sleeping for days. Although his eyes were unnerving, they were almost a silver-blue, looking into them gave your spine a good shake. By looking at him you wouldn’t think twice. The only thing that pushed him away from society was he struggled with Bipolar disorder, Schizophrenia, multiple personality disorder,  and also struggled dealing with an occasional seizure and black outs.

 Lukas Frothy was his name.



 When Lukas was 14 years old, after being in an orphanage since he was a child, he was adopted by a man and woman named Amy and Paul Burk. After only living with the Burk’s for two years Lukas’s birth father, Mich Frothy, wanted him from the Burks.

 Not having a clue who the hell Mich Frothy was Lukas okayed the move and left.

 Lukas soon moved back in with his father. Mich was once a successful business man but now he was just an alcoholic, Lukas would come home from school to find Mich passed out drunk on the sofa. For the longest time Lukas lived in fear of his so called birth father, once Lukas turned sixteen his fear was overcome with anger and frustration. He promised himself that he would finally get his revenge.

 “Lukas...come join us…”

 Lukas began to hear a voice whisper in his ears; it was a deep voice, almost demonic.

 “Come with us…live your life how you’re meant to”

 The voice was getting louder as if someone was talking directly in Lukas’s                                                                     ears.

 “Hey freak!”

 Lukas snapped back to reality to be hit in the face with schools lunch.

 “You okay dude?” murmured the boy sitting next to him picking corn out of Lukas’s hair.

 “Yea, I’m fine Josh” He started to wipe food from off his shirt.

 “Why does this always happen to me” He paused “I’m tired of this bullshit.”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Josh stopped picking threw Lukas’s hair for a moment.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “It’s just High School, It’s not meant to be a walk in the park”

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas sat still and motionless; besides the occasional twitch, he expected Josh to say that it would be okay or some other motive that would help Lukas. But nothing, Josh just stared at him.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “I-I’m worried about you Lukas”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> The break in silence caused Lukas to jump and flinch

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “You see, you can’t carry on a normal conversation like you used to.”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “It’s not my fault.”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Yea, sure it never is” Josh snorted and got up to walk away.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Josh, wait!” Lukas jumped up and trembled his arm began to twitch and burn.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Josh spun around

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “No, I’m done with your crap Lukas. We can’t be friends anymore, I have been pushed around day after day because they call me the freak that hangs out with you” Josh paused “I’m normal” He sighed “Lukas…You’re a psychopath”

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas’s heart fell to his stomach; he felt as if the only alive part of his soul had been ripped out of him.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Psychopath, the word cut straight through him.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas’s body began to feel weak and numb; Lukas fell to his knees and started to seize and shake.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Barely conscious Lukas looked around the room and sat up; the room was very plain, pale blue walls, a large window that covered most of the outside, white and blue curtains along with a visitor chair and the classic medical machines. The window gave a view he couldn’t recall. A thick tree line formed a wall around the area. A thought raced through Lukas’s mind; did Mich come to see him? Not moments later a young woman walked in.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> The woman looked around early to mid twenties. She had dirty brown hair tightly pulled up in a bun, bright green eyes that seemed to sparkle in the lighting; her skin was pleasantly tan with rosy pink cheeks. She stood tall and slim; a thin smile was painted across her face. She spoke with a voice ever so sweet, as if she were to be speaking to a horrified child.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Oh goodie, you’re awake.” Her smile grew wider exposing her white teeth “I’m Nurse Candice.”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Wh-what happened?” Lukas could barely speak; his voice was rough and scratchy, almost painful.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> She sighed and sat next to him on the bed.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “We have reason to believe that you just had a panic attack which caused you to have a seizure.” She seemed to dread mentioning it.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas felt a strange feeling; it was almost a lust for revenge. It’s not like he did it to himself, Josh had pushed him to the edge, and Lukas was done.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “R- Really?” he paused

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Most likely just stress?”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Y-Yeah.” Lukas could hardly speak.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> She smiled showing off her white teeth again.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “We’re going to keep you over night just to make sure you don’t have anymore attacks, with your seizures or anxiety episode that is.”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “If you need anything just buzz”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> She got up, waved and walked out

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas couldn’t help but feel like someone -or something- was watching him, he glanced out the window and was relieved to see that nobody was outside. Lukas’s vision began to fuzz up and he started to feel dizzy and eventually passed out.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> When Lukas woke up the first person to see him was Amy, Paul and Josh.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas smirked at Josh.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Oh my lord, thank heavens you’re okay” Amy hugged him extremely tight and kissed his face.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Paul had a worried expression upon his face, but tried to cover it up with a fake smile that Lukas could clearly see through.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Baby are you hungry? I’ll go see what they have in the cafeteria.”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> She turned and spoke to Paul.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Dear, will you come to the cafeteria with me?”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Okay doll, we’ll be back son.”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Amy and Paul walked out smiling at him and hugging each other. Lukas loved them; they had been such good parents to him. He wished he could have them back.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “H-Hey,” Josh paused “How are you?”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> There was a long silence while Lukas stared at him. Lukas was trying to figure out why Josh was here now. He had just told him off telling Lukas they couldn’t be friends, he was puzzled.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “I know you’re upset at me but-“Lukas interrupted him

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Get out”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Josh’s face turned white “W-what?” He gave off a worried laugh “Okay you got me, funny joke”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “I’m not joking Josh, get out” Lukas’s once blue eyes became filled with anger and clouded over turning a dark grey.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “What happened to you? What happened to best friends?” Josh grew mad at Lukas’s remark.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Seriously?” Lukas laughed “You’re normal, I’m a psychopath right?”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Josh was stunned; he became full of sorrow and anguish. He ran out of the room bumping into Amy causing her to drop Lukas’s food on the ground.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Paul gave a curious look toward Lukas and just blew it off and mouthed that he would go get more food, Amy stayed and watched TV with Lukas.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> That night Lukas woke up to the same whispers in his ears as the past day.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Lukas…”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Join us”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Come on, it will be better”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Lukas”

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas jolted awake, he gasped for air out of fright. Paul was asleep on the visitor’s bench Amy had most likely gone home to tend to their three year old Lillith. All the nurses had gone home except a handful. It was quiet; not even a cricket made a sound. The silence made Lukas sick to his stomach.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Lukas…join us….You’ll be happy…” The voice was much louder, deeper, more demonic.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas looked out the window to see a shadow; it was tall, skinny, and demonic.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> He tried to scream but no sound came out, he was in what seemed like a trance. Something told him that he should’ve ran but he couldn’t move. At that moment he blacked out.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> He woke up in a thick wooded area; his head was pounding and a pain in his thigh. Lukas leaned up and looked down at his leg. There down his leg was a huge gash, it was fresh as well. He began to panic, Lukas tried to stand up but his leg was numb, he screamed out for help and managed to lean himself up against a tree. The gash in his leg made his whole body weak and faint.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Help!” Lukas’s voice was rough and scratchy it hurt his throat to yell.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Lukas…” A voice whispered.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas spun around forgetting about his leg and fell to the ground.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> He lost his breath for a moment and looked up. The creature that Lukas a seen out the window stood over him. Lukas felt a wave of heat run through his body and he vomited on the ground beside the creature. Again Lukas blacked out.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “We’ve found him!” A mans voice rang out like thunder.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas was barely strong enough to move or talk. When the man picked him up off the ground pain vibrated in him making him singe in agony. Lukas could hear the voice of Paul talking to the men who found him.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “How is he?” A women’s voice spoke, it was Amy.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “He’s got a few cuts and bruises but he’ll be fine”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Thank God” A sound of relief rushed out with her words.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “I would take him to the hospital to make sure there are not any broken bones or extreme injuries”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Or course” Paul took Lukas from the man and put him in the car. Paul and Amy drove back to the hospital to admit Lukas.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas woke up the next day in the same room; lately it seemed that every damn time he woke up it was in that fucking hospital room. This time was different, neither Paul nor Amy was there, in fact no one was there. Lukas was able to get out of bed to look around. He got to the front desk and there wasn’t anyone to be seen, loneliness was all that accompanied him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a figure. Lukas turned to face that direction the figure was gone.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Lukas…” the whisper made chills run through his spine but it wasn’t the same voice as before no, now it was a tone closer to his.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “H-Hello? Who’s there?” Lukas’s voice still dry and sharp

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Join us…”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Panicking Lukas started to run toward his room again to see a person standing in it.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Lukas?” The person turned to face him. They had only a mask with black pits for eyes and unsmiling black lips.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Join us”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “W-who are ‘Us’?” Lukas was nervous for the answer.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> The person moved from in front of the window and pointed.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas looked out the window and saw three shadows standing by the tree line.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> The thing began to walk out and whispered “See you tomorrow”

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas was scared out of his mind. What did “See you tomorrow” stand for, was he going to die? Or was it all just a dream. Either way it rattled through his brain all that night until morning.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas sat in his bedroom alone, it was silent. He no longer went to school, or talked to people. The past few days had really gotten to Lukas, he couldn’t carry on a normal conversation now, not that he really could before but now it had gotten worse. His panic attacks had begun to get much worse and he would pick at the skin on his arm until it bled. Lukas was constantly looking over his shoulder to see that person with the mask or the faceless creature; it all frightened him to his core.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> That night while Lukas was a sleep there was rustling in his room that made him hunker down in his bed sheets. Lukas turned on the light by his bed and was horrified by the image, it was the same person he saw in his hospital room that had told him to join them. Lukas froze, the person just stood there.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “W-who are y-you?” Lukas was scared to speak.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> The person just pointed toward the door. Lukas got out of bed and walked over to the door, he opened it and started to walk down the hall. His father sat in the kitchen; he was going over bills from the hospital.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Damn kid, costing me money. $4,200 for one night stay? God Damn!” Mich slammed his hand down on the table making Lukas jump.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “That little shit, he’s just like his mother. God I’m glad that bitch is dead”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Anger filled Lukas’s body; he turned around to face the person. They handed him a pair of gloves with sharp knife like claws above the fingers, Lukas could recall that they came from an old Halloween costume back several years ago. He smirked and put them on, he turned back around and walked up behind his dad.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “ Mich ?” Lukas was smiling when his dad turned his head.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Yes you little shit?”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas chuckled

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “I hope you burn in hell”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas’s eyes began to darken and before Mich could talk Lukas’s hand was already inside Mich ’s back breaking his ribs and ripping his heart out. Blood squirted across the wall. Mich ’s eyes glazed over and Lukas shoved the heart into his mouth. Lukas smiled a bigger smiled and whispered.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Eat your heart out”

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas strolled into the bathroom still grinning.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Thick, warm syrup dripped off the gloves. He dug the claws into his cheeks making deep cuts; they reminded Lukas of cat whiskers. He had always admired cats, their speed, stealth, innocence. He smiled then put the claws on his forehead and began dragging down his right eye.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> He licked the blood and developed a sensation that he never felt. Ecstasy and pleasure rushed through his veins, the kill brought joy to his soul that he believed he had lost.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas walked to his room and changed back into the cloths he was wearing the day before he first went to the hospital. He walked back into the kitchen and smiled at the picture, he grabbed a knife and put it in his sock and pulled his jeans down over it. Lukas hugged Mich ’s corpse smudging blood on his green shirt. He walked out of the house and headed down the road.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> A red glow grew bright out of the window and the sound of flames blazing echoed.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas walked up to a house and smiled. Lukas looked for something he could use to get to the second floor quietly; he found a tree and climbed up it with ease. Lukas knocked on the window and chuckling. Josh was in his room playing video games.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Josh spun in his chair and was shocked to see Lukas. He walked over to the window to open it and looked at Lukas’s face.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Lukas…what have you done you idiot” Josh was stunned but the sight.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “What…” Lukas laughed and nodded his head “Let me in”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Josh opened the window and Lukas jumped in.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “W-Why?” Josh touched Lukas’s face and gasped when the blood rubbed on his hand.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Holy fuck man, I’ll be right back; I’m going to get the first aid kit.”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “That won’t be necessary Josh” Lukas began to chuckle louder turning it into a demonic laugh “You see I’m here for one purpose” He paused and looked and Josh. “You”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Josh began to back away

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Lukas-“He was cut off

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “I’ve always had a strong feeling for you Josh, but I never noticed it until lately”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Lukas, are you gay?”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas busted out laughing hysterically.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Ha-ah-ha” Lukas began to wipe away fake tears “Don’t flatter yourself”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “I’ve come to stab you in the back like you did me”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas was still laughing

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Ha-Ha-Ha You were right Josh” Lukas’s eyes darkened and he smiled “I am a psychopath”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “W-what?” Josh started to run for the door and was tackled by Lukas. Falling to the ground Josh felt a sharp pain in his back.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Did you know that the human body can live without the heart if there is still air in their lungs?” Lukas shoved his other hand in Josh’s back and punctured his lungs.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “I want you to die quick”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Josh was gasping for air grabbing at his chest trying to breathe.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “So, how does it feel to be stabbed in the back, huh?” Lukas squeezed Josh’s heart and tugged a bit.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “To be left alone. To be abandon even by your own best friend”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas pulled out his heart and smiled, he then turned Josh over who was coughing up blood.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Now you’ll be alone” Lukas frowned and patted Josh’s cheek

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> He then shoved the heart in Josh’s mouth. Lukas then whispered the words

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “Eat…Your...Heart...Out”

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Lukas jumped out of the window and laughed licking the blood off his hands.

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<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> -Article from: Spars Newsweekly-

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> November 18th

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> “After the devastation of the past murders here in Spars. New evidence has shown that the murders were in fact done by the same criminal.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Police say that they have reason to believe that the killer has left Spars and the murders should sees to occur.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> The death of April Johnson, Megan Beker, Zach James, Marth Higgens, Joshua Blaine, Alexander Blaine, Kelly Blaine, and Mich Frothy will be in our hearts.

<p align="center" class="MsoPlainText" style="text-align:center"> Mich Frothy’s son Lukas Frothy has yet to be found and is a suspect”

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