Collective

Horror overcame Sam’s face as he got off his kness and ran to his uncle.

" Uncle Chris ? ” Sam began to sob as he pressed his index and middle finger undeneath his throat.

His heart pumped spiratically as he only flt a faint pulse go through the sheriff’s neck.

" Come on, Uncle Chris. Stay with me . ”

Leave him be, Spi Boy.

The unsavory voice returned to guide him.

" Stop it. Stay the hell out of my head” The young voodooist yelled as he squeezed his head while gritiing his teeth and pressing his eye lids together .

You can either wimper away like a spineless bitch or you can take the fight to your blasian auntie and stomp her from feeding the souls of my city to that cocky ass Cypress.

" My uncle is dying , Asshole. Can’t you see that ? ”

You dont know who your talking to so ill let that comment slide. But dont worry, youll find out soon enough. As for your uncle, do you think he’d want you to let your precious friends be killed while you lay here crying? Especially that curly haired