Chapter Twenty One

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He is holding his foot that is bleeding terribly. He shot him on the ankle. This time I'm confused, I want to pull the trigger and pay back but I'm still in shock. "You shot him!" "Yea, he is a traitor, and we do worse to traitors than shoot them on the ankle." My hands are shaking and if I'm not careful enough, I might lose grip of the gun. "Now let's start with you pushing over the gun, and get your work boot off my brother." I do as he says because right now I can't seem to think of anything else. I thought Lincoln was the bad guy, I think I was wrong. Lionel is worse. Lincoln gets on his feet acting okay but I can see the pain. He grabs the gun and I let him take it. I don't think I have the strength to fight them anymore. I thought it was all fun and games until he actually sh

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