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STICK IT IN ZEE BOOOOOOOT~~~~
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Jimmy watched the girl fall, her legs a bloody ruin. He struggled to breath, the stench of smoke lingered in the air. Slowly, he lowered his weapon. The girl continued to squirm and yell in pain.

Slowly and carefully, Jimmy took a step forward.

Faster then he could predict, the girl had spun on the ground, raising up her gun and firing a shot. Beside him a jar of pickles exploded in a cloud of glass. Jimmy gave a sharp yelp, stumbling sideways into the opposite shelf. He looked at the broken jar and ruined shelf with wonder. His head whipped back around to the girl, his fascination replaced with blind rage. Blood soaked the floor around her and her raised weapon wavered, sinking to the cold ground.

“You… you tried to kill me.”

The girl didn’t reply outright. In any case, he wasn’t really listening. All reasoning and caution left him as he advanced toward her. Hate. He hated her more then anything. It had always been like this, hadn’t it? He couldn’t remember a time when it wasn’t like this. Him always fighting, to get what he deserved.

“You, you tried to KILL me!”

He let loose a kick to her hand, sending the gun flying out of her reach. Enraged he brought his shoe down on her fingers.

She tried to kill you. She thinks she’s better then you, she thinks she should go home. She thinks you’re NOTHING, she thinks you’ll just bend over and DIE.

He kicked again, hitting her in the shoulder. He raised his voice, screaming down at the bleeding girl.

“You think I’m nothing!? You think you deserve to win! You don’t deserve it! Fuck you! Fuck you, you little fucking whore, you bitch, you fucking undeserving little CUNT! Fuck you! Fuck you, fuck you, I’m the only one, I FUCKING WORKED FOR IT! YOU TRYING TO TAKE IT AWAY FROM ME? ARE YOU?!?”

He let out a roar, kicking her again and again. She tried to resist, but her legs were ragged and bloody, any fight she still had was long gone by the time he had stopped.

“Where’s Zach now bitch? Huh? Tell me that! You fucking piece of shit! You killed Rosa didn’t you? You killed her, and now you came back to finish the job!”

That’s it, that’s got to be it. She’s your enemy, fucking hurt her, show them how much you hurt-

Jimmy spun, stalking his way back down the aisle, looking around. He didn’t see the boy anywhere. Had he run away? An animalistic growl escaped his lips. No, they were all alone. Whoever Zach was, he was nowhere to be seen. Jimmy tried to think back, remember who Zach was. There was a fleeting image, a thin boy in a black t-shirt. Had they been on the same bus, the day of the camping trip? Maybe they had. Maybe that’s why he sounded so familiar.

Maybe he remembered you. Maybe that’s why he came back, to kill you. He wants to kill you Jimmy, him and the girl. You gotta finish them first, you’ve gotta win. You want to go home, you become a monster. Because you LIKE it when it hurts, right? Because you got Moxie, that’s why Danya GAVE you the Moxie, and they’re trying to kill you, don’t they know? DON’T THEY KNOW?

Jimmy turned around, heading back toward the girl. He paid her no mind, heading straight for the nearest shelf. Knocking bags of chips and salad dressing off, Jimmy gripped a shelf, giving it a pull. He was in luck- the shelves were a cheaper kind, set up and sturdy but not screwed into the floor. A ghastly smile spread across his face.

“You think you’re better then me?” He whispered, giving the shelf another pull. It scraped against the floor and Jimmy panted from the effort. “Heard I was nearly dead, you want to finish me off ain’t that right? Because you think you’re BETTER then me.”

Kill her, kill her, KILL her, KILL HER, KILL THE BITCH, KILL HER KILL HER KILL KILL-

He looked down the aisle again. No one around, but he heard movement. The boy was still around. He needed to act fast. He took a breath and steeled himself.

DON’T WAIT FOR HIM, KILL HER! KILL HER NOW, KILL HER YOU FUCKING PUSSY, YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT YOU LITTLE FAGGOT BASTARD-

“RRRGHHH!”

With seemingly the last of his strength, Jimmy tipped the shelf. Gravity did the rest of the work as tons of foodstuffs and the strong metal shelf itself fell into the middle of the aisle-

Directly on top of the screaming girl.

Yes! Oh God, oh yes, oh YES!

Jimmy staggered sideways, smashing into the opposite shelf as it came down with a sickening crunching noise on top of the girl. Jars smashed and the noise rang in his ears. His eyes were wide with shock, his legs kicking sporadically. He squirmed away from his handiwork, half of him appalled, half of him giddy with delight. He made his way back down the aisle, picking up his battered shotgun.

Jimmy turned back toward the sight, his joy slowly overtaking him until he was laughing with delight at the crumpled form beneath the shelf that had once been a girl, his entire puny frame shaking with each breath. He raised gun, squinting down the sights.

BLAM.

The bullets hit the toppled shelf, and everything else in the aisle. Glass smashed and Jimmy realized the sound in his ears wasn’t from the gun, but was his own laughter. He scarcely recognized the sound of it anymore.

“HAHA BITCH. WHO’S LAUGHING NOW?”

He fired again down the aisle, then again directly at the toppled shelf and the form beneath. The air was smoky by the time he was finished and his laughter had ended. He let the gun clatter to the floor and he stood shaking, his eyes defiant.

“I KILLED YOU. HAHA. I. FUCKING. KILLED YOU!”

And now I get to make it two. Now I make my way home. Moxie. That’s what he gave me, Moxie.
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