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Micky screamed in agony as his hands flew to his side, grabbing at the bullet wound. It felt like his skin had burst into flames and he slumped to the ground, totally helpless.

Michael smirked as he grabbed the gun and stood up. "That aughta teach you."

He watched Micky cry in agony for a few more seconds before turning to his father. The man's eyes went wide when he saw who had the gun and he screamed behind the cloth covering his mouth.

Michael snickered as he prepared to pull the trigger.

"Sleep tight, asshole."

The room was filled with the sound of another bang, the bullet going straight through the man's skull, killing him instantly. Michael smiled at his handiwork and turned back to Micky—who was on the brink of unconsciousness and losing blood fast.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

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