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You laugh in his face, causing him to fluster and sputter. "Silence!" he says. "I think not..." You grab him, meaning to toss him, but when you touch him he begins to wither, his flesh quickly aging as you feel his life force being absorbed into you. You hear a gunshot, and then an itching sensation in your arm. Releasing the sheriff, you scratch the place where you suppose the bullet must have hit. Turning, you see a man of around twenty, holding a gun in his shaking hands. Smiling, you...


Written by Katy

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