!qw2cdBTZAc 09/24/11(Sat)04:44 No.16406534|
You take a deep breath, and reach up for the gun. Your hand passes through air, and you furrow your brow.
"For someone who's only been truly living for a few weeks, I'm probably not the best to comment, but you're like a child, Malone." You look around the room, trying to find him. "I'm done playing your games. You try prodding me like some physician with a stick; well, I'm tired of it. I just want peace. I want to wake-up at sun-set and... Not think about you, really."
"I'm afraid it's too late for that, my stony friend." You hear his voice ring out, and the door out by the hallway slams shut.
"Malone! You son of a bitch, let us walk!" Michael shouts out at him.
"I'm afraid I have to see your reaction as well. You remember our bet, right?" The voice starts to laugh, almost uncontrolably. It sounds like the cackling of a hyena. "What- What is it that will crack first? You, or your sons, once I start to pull things apart?" Malone's voice drops an octave, and his laugh becomes a low rumble. "No. You WILL remember me, Gabriel. As the man who taught you how dim, hopeless, and cruel the world could be. When you close your eyes, you will remember the blindness I gave you. When you dream, you will see me, haunting the corner of your vision."
You hear a pop, and you feel a bullet enter your left knee. You groan, falling down to the ground, and swipe at where you felt the bullet come from, contacting nothing.
"You will remember me as the man who took from you everything you hold dear."