Creative Writing: David's Conspiracy

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"Don't forget that David and I, are part of this conspiracy and if we fail to protect you, you are doomed." He responded and I cleared my throat, but I couldn't believe that he was also a member of that society. It was shocking to hear it from his own lips. "Oh, my god...you are one of them as well?" I stopped my tracks and he turned his eyes at me. "I am..." He responded and my heart skipped a beat. "Don't be afraid of me Michael, my priority is your safety. David and I are together in this plot to safe your life, so don't look at me that way." My eyes have turned watery, for a moment I thought that I was on danger grown with the enemy. But he touched my chin and convince me that he will never hurt me. "Listent to me Michael, I will never

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