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I arrive at my house and park my bike in the garage quickly running back up the front steps to open the unlocked door.

Weird nobody is home yet...

I open the door and creep inside carful to not get caught by the intruder. I notice my mom's gun on the entry table so I pick it up and hold it close, I take one step and all the lights shut off. I feel my way around slowly grabbing the flashlight from my pocket I had brought it in case we'd go back to the barrens. I shine it around the room seeing the man I wish I wouldn't have to meet again.

"Do you want some marrow Y/n?" The man says moving towards me slowly, as he nears i grip the gun tightly in my left hand flashlight in the bandaged right. I lift the gun up trying not to let my courage fail, but once I fully raise the gun the lights switch on and Bill is standing there instead of lector. He has a whole in his lower stomach and I could see that his liver was gone, I stare at him and pull back the trigger when a low voice mutters.

"I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti." The voice says making me jump and shoot the figure who then disappears.

I spin around looking for where the bastard went only seeing a clown staring at me smiling just like Lector was three years ago then he was gone.

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