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Jimmy's POV:

Xornoth throws Joel at my feet, and I immediately drop to my knees, tears welling in my eyes as I check his pulse.

His heart is beating.

It's beating, I tell myself. It's beating, beating, beating.

"Night-night, Jimmy,"

NO! I want to yell. But it's too late.

As the bat hits my head, I hear the Codfather Head smash and crumble into pieces in front of my very eyes. My vision starts to go hazy.

"Your friends will play right into my trap," he laughs.

"N-no," I say, my voice as loud as the whispering leaves in an ancient forest. "They know what they're doing,"

He snickers, doing a lazy eye roll.

"Not unless it's too tempting," he drawls.

"Pfffft," I scoff with ease. "Nothing will tempt them without a million strange suspicions."

"Are you sure?" he taunts like a cruel owner waving a treat in front of the hungry dog.

Am I sure? I ask myself.

"Yes," I say, raising my head while an unknown confidence blooms within me.

"Not when I put your drugged, sedated friends right on their doorstep,"

A smirk plays on Xornoth's lips.

Is that too tempting?

Maybe.


Maybe not.

The world is fading into black, and my consciousness is all a blur. I'm blinking in and out of reality. Truth and Lies have no silver lining between them.

"Don't' fight it, Jimmy," a crisp Scottish accent whispers in my ear.

"S-Scott?" I mumble.

"Shhhhhh," he whispers in my ear. "You're safe with me,"

And reluctantly, I stop and feel my tense body fall limp.

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