Death count 16

They warned me.
Not that I listened.
"Heh."
"Dude, how did you do that?"
"Do what?"
They told me they went to the library a lot.
I didn't believe them.
"What's your name?"
"Call me Ace."
They told me I was a crazy idiot
I already knew.
"You lied to me!"
"Not entirely."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
I knew something was wrong
"I'm not as bad as you might think, sweetheart."
"Everyone says you have nine lives. Is that true?"
"Sixteen, Angel."
"Where you get that scar?"
"You don't want or need to know."
"Stay away from me. I'm dangerous."
"No, your just a pessimistic asshole who wants to kill someone on a daily basis."
"How'd ya guess?"
"Why aren't you telling me anything?"
"So you won't have to go through the hell I did!"
But I had my own problems to worry about.
"AAAAAAAA-"
*CRASH*
"I knew it."
After all, it couldn't get worse.
Could it?
"Oh, it can get worse, Angel."
"Waaaaay worse."

WARNING: THIS STORY WILL HAVE CURSING/GORE/LGBTQ
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