He leaned against the pillar of the corner store, as I got out of my car, hoodie pulled in close against the wind, a flat-cap, and sunglasses.
"Excuse me," He asked "do you have the time?"
"What? Oh, yeah. Uh..." I pulled up my sleeve "2:30."
"Two THirty." He said, making sure to get the "th" with his (Irish? Scottish?) accent. "Sounds like tooth hurty. An apt name."
The last thing I saw was his fist as it slammed into my jaw.
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Killer Love(Septiplier)
FanfictionAntiJack X Mark *VERY GRAPHIC. DON'T READ THIS IF YOU HAVE AN AVERSION TO PAIN AND MAJOR BLOODSHED.*
