"now, come on guys. why don't we just sit down and talk about this like civilised people." michael said, his hands still in the air, slowly taking small steps to his bed where his gun was hidden under his pillow.
"stop right there! freeze!" the policeman yelled at him, but michael just kept stepping closer to his gun.
"michael gordon clifford, if you take one more step, i will be forced to shoot you."
but michael didn't take one more step. he took a leap of faith and dove his hand under the lumpy off-white pillow to get his pistol. he swung arund to the group of four or so cops.
bang.
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happy families :: m.g.c.
Fanfictionthree killers. twelve crimes. one past. book three in the child's games series.
