What do you mean by "hurt you a lot"?
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"God FUCKING DAMN IT!" Oliver cried out, ripping a bullet out of his arm. He bit his lip hard enough to draw blood, and few tears threatened to fall. "You're okay. It's all over." He mumbled, then he took deep breaths and cleaned up all the blood.
After Oliver bandaged his arms, he moved to the kitchen and got himself a snack. "Mmm... I'm thinkin' cheesecake.." He said to himself, getting it out. He cut himself two slices and put them on a plate.
He took the plate over to his living room and sat down, turning on the TV. He surfed through the channels until he landed on the news. "Wonder what they're saying about my newest piece..." He chuckled.
"Officials say that she was murdered at around midnight. She was mutilated like the rest of killer's victims, but she didn't go down without a fight. Traces of the perpetrator's blood were found on the floor, presumably from a bullet wound." Oliver choked at the last sentence. "Holy shit..." His eyes went wide. "They're actually starting to find things!" He laughed, taking a bite out of a slice. "Took 'em long enough."
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"Hmm.. What about.. him?" Oliver mumbled to himself, looking over a list of people. He was talking about a certain person that had abused him when he was a young child. "Fucker deserves it, after all. Don't wanna imagine how many other kids he hurt.." He sighed.
He got up to search for his gloves, as the claws on them needed to be sharpened. Once they were found and sharpened, he set them with the rest of his gear. After a few minutes, he decided to get something to eat. "Probably gonna go to that barbecue place again.. that guy was nice enough.." He said to himself, getting ready to go out.
He made sure to put his gear in a safe place before going out. Don't want anyone finding out, after all.
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Once at Boys 'n Grills, Oliver took a seat at the bar area and waited for Bob to come up to him. "What should I get.." He mumbled to himself, sighing. "Bacon burger.." He decided.
"Hey, darlin'. Nice to see ya again." Bob greeted, coming up to Oliver. "What can I getcha?" He asked. "A bacon burger, please." Oliver responded with a smile. Bob nodded and went back into the kitchen to work.
Once Oliver had gotten his burger, he began to dig in. He suddenly stopped mid-bite, feeling a little sick.
He hasn't had a burger since before they changed.
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Oliver spent the rest of the night mindlessly staring into his computer screen. It still didn't feel real. He liked to keep telling himself it never happened, as he didn't want to break down. He's in control now, anyway. There is no need for him to feel vulnerable or remember t̵̠̫͌́̒͜h̴̢̡̝̽͒͘a̴̡̫̞̓͊ț̴̡̓͠ ẗ̵̫̪̪́͑́h̵͕͙̻́̾͑e̵͚͓̒͌͑y̸̪͎̦̾͆́ a̵͕̙̼̒̓͘l̵̻͔͒̕͜l̵̻͇̺̒̐͝ w̴̠͎̫̓͆́a̵͚͉̺̒̀n̴̦̝͙̽̐t̵͎͖͔̽͊͌e̸̢̟͌̾̚͜d̵͍̝̫̔͑͑ ẗ̴͎͚̠́̀̚o̸͓̼̘͐̀͝ u̸͓̼̫̐͛̒s̴̞̻̫̿̽̒e̵̢͇̙̽̈́ h̴̢̝̘̞͚͇̓̀͒i̸͇̦͙͖͖̫̔̈́͝s̸̢̠͔͚̼̈́͆͊ ÿ̴̝̼̝̼́͊͝ö̸̢͓͓̠͙̺́̽͑u̴̡̪̟̘̘̫̓̕͝n̴̢͖͔̟͎͉̐̒͑g̵͔͇̦̼͕͋̿̚͜e̴̪̺̼̘͓̼͊̿r̸̡̺̙͙̟̦͐͝͠ ś̴̝̪͎͇̠̪͘è̵͕̝͎̼̺͊͋l̸͓͚̫̔̾̈́͜͜f̴̞̠͔̦̫̝̈́͛̓ a̸͍̟̫̞͚͚͌̾͝s̵̢̡̼̻͋͆̓͜ a̵͍̪͚͇̘̝͆͘̚ s̸͖͓͚̪̐͋͝e̸͓̟̫̝̼̿̓͋͜x̵̟͓̘̟̻̺͌͝͝ s̵̡͖͉͚͓͎̽̐͝ĺ̴͍̦̼̟̞͛͜͝a̴̡͉̠͚͍̓̒͘v̴͙̟͙͚̓͛͝è̵̢̻̞̫͕͛͋͜.̴̡̺̙̟͎̙̐̽͠
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