"Oooh, scary. A lifeless shell. You along with every single other fucker in this place, but they never do. Wanna know why? Because it would be against your rules."
Footsteps. Two people again.
He flicked the safety off, his grip tightening around the gun.
Closer. Nearing the corner. Thirty seconds, maybe less, they'd be there. It sounded like two males this time, drunkenly chatting amongst each other and babbling away. Well, at least they'd go down with happy memories.
Then, in a low, detached and sickeningly giddy tone, he began to sing. Yes. Sing. "She'll be comin' round the mountain when she coooomes, she'll be comin' round the mountain when she cooomes." Slowly, he began lifting his gun, arm stretched out, pointing toward the corner. Though, his gaze was still entirely focused on Raven.
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Footsteps. Two people again.
He flicked the safety off, his grip tightening around the gun.
Closer. Nearing the corner. Thirty seconds, maybe less, they'd be there. It sounded like two males this time, drunkenly chatting amongst each other and babbling away. Well, at least they'd go down with happy memories.
Then, in a low, detached and sickeningly giddy tone, he began to sing. Yes. Sing. "She'll be comin' round the mountain when she coooomes, she'll be comin' round the mountain when she cooomes." Slowly, he began lifting his gun, arm stretched out, pointing toward the corner. Though, his gaze was still entirely focused on Raven.