TLCA/Leave him
From Create Your Own Story
“You mess with me, you mess with my fists,” you tell him as you walk away. “See you later, Sky.”
Just then, you feel a startling sensation: the sharpest punch you’ve ever felt in your entire life.
You twist your head a little back to see if your opponent has gotten up.
But it wasn’t Sky’s fists, you notice. It was a bullet that drove through your body the instant you turned away.
It was a bullet. Sky had a hidden compartment for a gun!
You fall down to the ground, motionless.
“You mess with me,” you hear Sky repeating your lines, in mockery. “You mess with my gun.”
You take your last breath before he aims his gun to your head.
