Chapter 2: The Calling

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The whispers stayed with Teddy long after he got home. They were barely there, like traces of smoke that lingered in the corners of his mind, but they were impossible to ignore. He couldn't sleep, couldn't focus. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw his uncle's face, the quiet strength in his eyes, the way he'd always stood up for what he believed was right, no matter how hard life had gotten.

But Marlon was gone, and Teddy felt that emptiness gnawing at him, hollowing him out until there was only one thing left: revenge.

The next night, he found B-Dawg first. He was leaning against a brick wall, laughing with his crew, and in that moment, Teddy felt something dark and powerful take over. The whisper returned, louder this time, urging him forward. He couldn't tell if it was in his head or outside, lingering just beyond his sight. All he knew was that it felt right.

The trigger pulled smoothly, almost too easily. B-Dawg slumped to the ground, his laughter cut off as blood pooled beneath him. Teddy's hand trembled as he lowered the gun, but the voice murmured again, soothing him, like a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"More..."

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