We really don't have any enemies. It's just that some of our best friends are trying to kill us.

It all started a year ago, when I decided to visit my best friend Jeff in his hometown of Springfield. I thought I would have a nice, relaxing vacation. I mean, how different could it be, right? Well, I was wrong.

As soon as I arrived, it felt like everything was off. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but something seemed strange. My friend Jeff had invited his best friend, Joe, over to hang out. They had been best friends since kindergarten. I had met Joe a few times before and we got along well, but there was always something in the back of my mind that gave me the creeps.

On the first day, I tried to enjoy the time with Jeff, but he seemed distant and constantly on his phone. Every so often, I would see him whispering into his phone, and when I asked him what he was doing, he avoided the subject. That was when I started to put two and two together.

As the days went by, I noticed that Joe never left Jeff's side. Jeff would drive, and Joe would sit in the passenger seat. At night, they slept in the same bed. They appeared inseparable.

On my last day there, I finally asked Jeff why Joe never left his side. Jeff looked at me and said "We really don't have any enemies. It's just that some of our best friends are trying to kill us."

I blinked and stared at him in disbelief. I said,"What do you mean? What are you talking about?" Jeff replied, his face serious, "We're in the Witness Protection Program. You were supposed to stay in Springfield for just one night, but Joe convinced the authorities to extend your stay."

At that moment, Joe came into the room and calmly said,"You really shouldn't have come over here. It's dangerous."

I couldn't believe my ears. Was this whole trip a setup? Joe forced a smile and said "Don't worry, we'll take care of you. You'll be home soon."

Just as the words left his mouth, a group of armed men entered the home. They were dressed in black and I knew right away that they were after Jeff and Joe. I couldn't let them just take my friends like that.

I spring into action, trying to think of ways to take these guys down. Little did they know that they were going to be on the receiving end of a hidden weapon. I grabbed a lamp from the end table and swung it, hitting the closest man in the head. He fell to the ground unconscious.

Emboldened by my first success, I kept swinging the lamp, nimbly dodging bullets and hitting whoever I could. I was strong and fast, using my reflexes and strength to my advantage. I had no choice but to protect my friends, and I wasn't going to let anyone take them away from me.

After about half an hour of fighting, I had subdued all the men, leaving them lying on the floor, knocked out. I had managed to save my best friends, but the question is, would the real danger ever go away? Only time would tell.