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CLICK!
The light over the bed flickers.
Run like the wind, Wild Thang!
The lights flicker again at the bed.
I watch her disappear behind the safety of the 12" solid hickory wood and know she is protected from a bullet.
The spotlight pops my target.
The gun is aimed at me.
Alice Cooper's demons enter the playroom.
Let the mind game begin.
The spotlight shows him
his worse nightmare.
Meet The Bastard Son of Thor
I grin at the sickness.
I will have my revenge.
The lights go off.
The music takes us to hell.
You are mine, motherfucker!
I lunge, drop, and roll.
BANG!
He shoots the door.
One.
I bitch slap him as I run by.
He spins.
BANG!
Two.
I slice his arm.
He screams.
BANG!
Numero tre!
I stab his leg.
