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Originally Posted by JaxenAmethyst
Jaxen laughed once again, maniacally, and she turned around slowly, revealing the girl's face, her eyes streaming with tears. She gave a diabolical smirk, before setting her finger on the trigger. Her voice level, she cracked her jaw, and said, "Put down your gun, baby boy. This is the day I always wait for and I will shoot.." She finished her sentence. "...gladly."
She pushed the trigger--though not enough to shoot the bullet--as a warning to Harry that she doesn't kid around, the little girl flinching, with a wince of fear. |
Harry winced too, but instead of feeling fear, he felt a surge of frustration. He never understood why people found it fulfilling to indulge in the cruel chaos of The Purge. "Fair enough," he called back, carefully placing the assault rifle in the holster strapped across his back, concealing the machete he drew before coming to the aisle, "I can't guess your motives or intentions, but what can I do to stop you from... killing... that girl?" Harry felt an immense sense of pity for the sobbing child, knowing well she didn't deserve this.