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Jimmy stalked through the store, his eyes hunting. The girl had long since stopped screaming, stopped whimpering. That served him just fine. But there was another, and Jimmy couldn’t allow him to live. She’d said his name, begged him to run, and he’d shouted back like a wounded animal.

He’ll kill you too, there’s no going back. You’ve got to deal with it. You’ve got to take him out before he gets you.

“Zach!” He screamed, raising his gun up. There wasn’t a sign of the boy. He was still in the store that much he knew. His heart beat in his chest, paranoia rising up to corrupt his thoughts.


Jimmy licked his battered lips, squinting through the gaps in the aisle, over the cash registers.

Where is he? Behind you!

Jimmy spun. For a second he thought he was finished- but there was no one there. He breathed out a sigh, a mixture of anger and relief. His eyes flicked back to the door- no one. He was all alone. So very alone. His rage began to build again, and Jimmy started to shake as he whipped his gun around, looking for the boy.

Hiding like a little bitch. What kind of man hides, what kind of man lets his girl die? That fucker. He didn’t even care about her, not like me and Rosa, no, fucker didn’t DESERVE something like that, he let her die, he RAN, I didn’t run, little bitch, little fucking coward-

“Coward!” He shrieked at the top of his lungs, his voice a high scratchy pitch.

“Coward, coward, coward, you fucking little bitch coward! Get out here! Fight me, fight like a fucking man! I killed her, I shot her and I made her cry, you fucking coward, don’t you want revenge? Don’t you want to kill me!? Don’t-“

Jimmy froze. He began to shake in perfect fury, his eyes narrowing to slits.


He lost it then, raising his weapon and firing it blindly down the row of cash registers, the bullets exploding the screens and shredding magazines. Jimmy was a hurricane, running up and down the aisle, scanning for any sign of Zach, spittle dribbling from his mouth.

“ZACH!” His screams took on a near desperate tone. He couldn’t let him get away, he couldn’t let that happen. He was Jimmy fucking Brennan, he was a nightmare, what he wanted he’d get because he deserved it, more then anything in the world. And he wanted Zach.

And then time seemed to slow- a mop of hair ducking below a shelf. Jimmy raised his gun and fired. The stand next to the boy exploded in a flurry of smoke and debris, ruined cereal boxes falling to the tiled floor. The noise echoed as Jimmy ran closer, his gun up and ready.

He was unarmed- clearly terrified out of his mind. A snarl appeared on Jimmy’s face as he saw the boy was uninjured. Slowly and methodically Jimmy began to walk forward, his heart thumping in his chest.

I’ve got him now. He’s mine. I won, I win.

“Come’on Zach,” He whispered, murder in his voice. “Why you gotta be like that?”
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