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why did he hesitate? perhaps it was the fear of taking another life that coursed through him.
did he truly have the gusto to kill again?
“ i said back off! “ , he spat out his words with a sneer , fake — lunging at
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« raising his hand up to look at his index finger that was slowly oozing with his own blood.
“But you hesitate to stab me,” he focused his gaze back on the younger male and grinned. “Does that make me special?”
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he hissed — high and reedy , tail thrashing in anger. the younger further leaped away , still brandishing blade.
“ i have stabbed people before — i’m not scared of you. “
he spoke true , baring fangs — still growing teeth showing.
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« widening. “Do you even know how to handle a knife like that? Want a useful tip?” He leaned in closer. “Use the sharp tip at the end,” his hand reached out and he purposely embedded his index finger against the tip. “That part right there.”