Chapter 8: Need A Hand?

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He watched as one of the officer's reached for his radio. He walked over to him and forcefully stepped on his hand. He heard loud, crackling sounds as the officer writhed in pain. He knew he broke several bones it that cop's hand. Antonio bent down to whisper in his ear and spoke to him.
"Where is my family?"
The officer let out a yelp and said "Wait.... what?"
"Let me ask you one more time." He squeezed the cop's hand.
"AAAAHH!!!"
"Where are the people that live in this house?"
"How the hell would I know?"
"Because you have another hand I could break."
"Ok, they haven't been here for about five years"
"That wouldn't explain why everything is still how I left it five years ago"
"Look, I don't know man, I swear!!"
He took the officer's head and banged it against the ground until he was knocked out.

He went back upstairs to his bathroom where he looked in the mirror. His face mask was full of blood, but none of it was his. He can tell that his menacing, black eyes struck fear to the heart of everyone he looked at. He took off the mask to inspect his face. He seemed like a different person compared to what he looked like five years ago. Most of his facial features were still the same, so he wasn't completely freaked out. To him, he looked normal, but others probably see him as a monster.

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