There was no where he could go. He had trapped himself. "Stop," Matt said. But there was no stopping the man now. "You killed her!" he exclaimed. He was pulling something out of his jacket now. "Look, I have no idea what you're talking about." Whatever he pulled out he was now pointing it at him. "Liar!" The man wasn't in the mood for talking anymore. Then he realized something scary. The thing the man pulled out was a gun! There wasn't time to reason any longer, he had to think of something-and fast. "Listen how 'bout we put the gun down." First he thought, man those police classes my mom made me take really are comin' in handy, then he thought,there's that southern accent Slade hated. The man had no such an intention."YOU KILLED HER!!!" Now he was screaming. But they were in an alley no one was going to hear him. Matt decided to prepare for the worst,which he thought could be pretty bad. Finally, there was a noise, but not really one he wanted to hear. BANG! He had been hit, but not in the arm or something crazy like that but right in the one of the carotid arteries. Then he realized something worse-he was bleeding out, this was not gonna be a fast death.
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Deathstroke
FanfictionThis is the story of Slade Wilson before he became the mercenary known as Deathstroke.
