•°•A Place For Insane•°•

"Emma...you wouldn't..."

"I'm sorry." I reply, and point the gun at him. Aaron stares at me, stunned to the core. He shuts his eyes, knowing very well that this is the last life he's got.

I sharply turn the gun towards the containers and shoot each one, shattering all of them and making all the green liquid ooze out of the holes. The organs that were working very hard there are now all damaged, and I know for sure that Mr. Prottye is dead now. He screams in pain, his long tongue popping out of his mouth one last and final time. I take a deep breath, watching him collapse to his knees, hands gripping the loose old T shirt he's wearing. And with loud screams, he finally bursts into ashes, once and for all turning into nothing but small particles of black dust.

Aaron doesn't say anything. He doesn't even blink. There is silence for the next few seconds, before Aaron looks over in my direction with a smile on his face.

"Good riddance."