Book3:WereMyDreamIs

man?I’lliceyougood,shootyourbrainsoutayoudieamessydeath…”Themaninbckclosedhiseyesandthoughttohimself,

    “Thisisitforme.There’snowayIgetoutofthisalive.SomanytimesIhavecheateddeathbytheskinofmyteeth,buttodayIhavemetmymatch.There’ssomuchbadvibesbetweenhimandIthathewillmelivetoday.Iwaokillhim,butdidn’tknowthatitilldieunderhisrod…Itisfate…”Themaninredointinghisgunattheheadofthemaninthebckjacket,gettiopullthetriggerwhenImagination,withoutwaitingforhermastertogivetheand,alreadyflewtowardsthemaninredandturheswithisbrain.Anothermiraclehappehemanthrewawayhisgun,hoveredoverthemaninthebckjacketmurmuringinanguish,

    “Heybro,bro,don’tyoudieonme.Ishotatyouiofthemoment.YouandIarebothhumanbeings.Whyfig