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The gun felt heavy and wrong in my hand. Jack was right about one thing. I did have a choice to make, but he was the one who wouldn’t like it.
“Here you go, Carol,” I said, handing her the pistol. “You think killing me will end all this madness. I think you might be right.”
Carol took the gun with shaking hands and pointed it at me. Tears ran down her face. I wasn’t sure if they were tears of relief or sadness at having to kill me.
“Go on,” I said. “Pull the trigger.”
“Don’t you dare,” Jack hissed from behind Carol. “Killing her won’t solve anything. All you’ll do is add one more black spot to your already damned soul.”
“Don’t listen to him,” I said. “You know he’s lying. If you kill me, whatever he’s planning won’t work. He needs me alive.”
Carol’s hands shook, and the gun waver
