Thomas lay there on the bed and just waited for Mikel to finish talking. He shot a regular bullet at the radiator and watched the spark fly and the ricochet fall back into his hand, the burning led back in his hand, it left a singe mark on his palm that he just licked away. He was just trying to scare away the little kid, happy he didn't hit him, his hands were shaking a little bit. It really scared him being in the same room as Mikel. Scared the s**t out of him. The demon was probably his least favorite person in the world. Being able to shoot him would probably be his greatest joy in the world, oh if only. Maybe he would have a chance to do exactly that today. He pulled out Marcus and got rid of every bullet in the chamber but one, his special bullet. "We could play a game you know, the one daddy invented long ago,
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