Mr. Perry sat on the striped couch. On the table in front of him lay three crisp pieces of paper. They had been creased in the center, but were unfolded to reveal the lettering done in black ink.
"I am going to kill you."
"You are going to die."
"Tomorrow, you will be dead."
Mr. Perry held his pistol in his hands. Any other man, he thought, would be trembling right now. I am not any other man. I have my brain and I use it in situations such as this.
When the doorknob jiggled, Mr. Perry took a deep breath. When there was a click and the door swung open, Mr. Perry cocked his gun.
But when the intruder walked over to the couch and stood over him, all Mr. Perry could feel was fear.
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A Rose for Neil
Fanfic-dead poets society fanfiction- NEIL PERRY is an accomplished actor. His father is dead, but Neil doesn't know it yet. TODD ANDERSON is an introverted poet and playwright. He's also Neil's loving husband. MR. PERRY was an abusive father with too-hig...
