“Surprise! You miss me?” he asked with a guffaw. I didn’t get what was so amusing about all of this in the least.
“You’re crazy; what you’re doing here is no different than fascism! What do you want from me, you psychopath?!” I asked, practically growling at him.
“Those are big words for a stupid kid… Oh, just a little something special,” he said, pulling out a revolver, putting it on my forehead, and pretending to pull the trigger. I nearly wet myself in those few seconds; nothing is scarier than knowing that you might actually die.
He then laughed like a maniac at my terrified expression. I swear, he was the very definition of neutral evil.
“Give me one reason I shouldn’t blast you to pieces right now?” he asked with a bored-looking expression on his face.
“You’ll have to live
