*A remake of my story "Alex The Killer"*
"You will listen." His voice was sharp, something I didn't want to go against.
I didn't care anyways.
His hands felt cold as they gripped around my neck, strangling me, I felt my eyes want to roll back, but kept them locked on his deep, worthless eyes that I wanted to tear out.
He let me go, kicking me back, his voice raised louder then before, "You better get the hell out of here, before I kill you myself." He threatened, I grinned.
"Oh, is that so?" I said, teasingly, "you sure Jane won't?" I asked, making that annoying 'girly' face.
His face came inches to mine. His breath stunk. "It's all in the book." he mumbled, walking out of the room.