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"You!" Sherry yells grabbing a knife.

"Dear me, you think I came here for a fight? I'm a lady." The Purple Wolf says.

"Why are you here?" I walk forward.

Antony grabs me and hides behind me. I grip my fists.

"Just to talk." She walks forward.

"You have nothing to say to me." I say.

"There's always something to say." She smiles. 

"Get out." Sherry says.

"Or?" The Purple Wolf raises an eyebrow. 

"Or I'll call the police." Sherry hisses strongly. 

Her eyes widen and she lets out a strong laugh. Her laughter fills the room. My hands start shaking. This...this... this is terrifying. Her eyes flash blood. So much blood. I draw back. I start feeling like that little boy.

"Are you going to run again?" She raises an eyebrow. 

I draw back.

"Are you still that coward?" She licks her lips.

No, no, no. No. She walks forward. Sherry grabs Antony. I draw back. My back hits the kitchen cabinets. 

"Are you still afraid?" She raises my head.

I turn to Antony. His eyes... he's afraid. I see him shaking like a leaf. My eyes widen. No... I am not afraid anymore. Antony... Antony... I grab something from behind me. I plunge a knife into her chest. 

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