Wreckage

His eyes seemed to sparkle as he hauls me out the wreckage. A wiry grin on his lips as he leaned forward and whispered.

“I’ll make you wish you were dead.”

I smiled back at him as confusion over took his face. For my raspy voice echoed, “Death is an old friend. To live or to die doesn’t matter, but heed this. If I do die I’ll take you with me to hell and whatever comes after.”

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