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Farrell:

"What do you want?" Mich asked with his breath shaky. Seeing him helpless was amusing to me, because a while ago he acted really tough that one would think he could lead a whole army.

"Not so tough, are you?" I asked, and then I took my hands off him, still clutching my gun.

I asked him to face me, and he did so with his hands trembling in the air. With my eyes, I feasted on the terror written all over his face. Then I took out my phone, and shoved it in his face.

"For someone who goes about sending threat messages, and staging an attack on me, you are a loser," I said.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Mich has done no such thing!" Cassie yelled, and I turned to her with the gun.

I pointed it at her, and she backed up on the wall with her mouth shut.

"That's what I would love to hear from you, your silence. Speak again, and my hand would slip on the trigger!" I spat.

Mich who was still shaken by the outcome of events decided to speak.

"I didn't do such a thing. I'm not