Sorry for the late response! Was enjoying my weekend and I didn't check my mailbox.
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Schizzy, wheelchair-bound, sat at his dining, hands shaking. Innocent blood was on his hand. Even after the fiasco of Pm0n3y's execution, which saw his foot amputated, people were still dying. He fingered the wrong man. He knows he will have to pay the price one day. Innocent blood was on his hands.
Even now, he could hear the voices of Fury, Axle, Lost and Pm0n3y screaming from beyond the grave.
Executioner. Killer. Murderer.
NO!
Clutching his head, screaming, Schizzy tried to drown out the voices.
Must get out!
Suffocating within the four walls of his home, Schizzy tried to flee. To escape the voices. The front door was his salvation!
He turned the doorknob, and he found peace.
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From a distance away, through a binoculars, Yorg watched the smoldering remains of Schizzy's home. He nodded. Nukey, who was behind him, understood.
It is done
@CA: I agree with you. There's a certain charm in letting the work flow organically as it is written, but sometimes it's nice to go back and see how it can be done better.
However, I wrote this on the fly.
