Loud, march- like foot steps echoed down the hall way after the the man who was scrambling to safety. He knew no matter what he wouldn't be safe, but he tried all the while. he got to the living room and hid underneath the coffee table. He shrunk into himself, breaths short and shallow, terrified. He began to tremble when he heard the foot steps growing closer. When his foot steps stopped, his pulse quickened. Then, a large, cold, plastic hand reached under the table, grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him out, throwing him across the room.
He scrambled to his feet, staring in horror at the figure in front of. Then, there were five loud gunshots causing the man to hit the floor. The marching footsteps then retreated to the bedroom of the small girl. All the while, the man lie there on the ground, dead, with a shiny Louisiana quarter dated 1922.
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Man's Best Friend
FanfictionA quarter. A small innocent quarter. A small quarter that brought to life a small action figure. Not so innocent now, huh? But what happens when that quarter falls into the hands of a certain Dean Winchester?
