Chaos [Editing]

Chaos [Editing]

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Summary coming soon. * . “I said get back in your cell! Don’t make me use deadly force.” I keep my face expressionless. “Try it.” He pulls out his gun and points it at my stomach, obviously he doesn’t want to kill me, just cause me pain. Bad move. Before he can even pull the switch I run towards him and plant a hard kick on his ribcage, land, and do it again with my other leg. The gun falls from his hand and I bend down and pick it up. I put it in the pocket of my orange jumper and watch as the cop grips his chest with a face of unbelievable pain. There is nothing that can help this man, his heart is crushed. I look over at the guy in the jail cell to see him cowering on his bed, his knees drawn up to his chest and he won’t look at me. Guess I scared the threats out of him. *
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