The second they left, I dropped the bat and collapsed to the ground. I felt completely drained of energy, and sweat flowed down my forehead.
That was too close!
Luckily, I was able to use my presence to scare off those punks tonight. George was right, the aura of someone who had killed another person was completely different. I was ecstatic at myself.
George had said so before. If I could bring myself to personally end Leslie's life, I would develop a killer instinct of sorts. Sometimes, by tapping on the experience of having killed someone, a terrifying and deadly stare was enough to scare off most people.
"Steven!" Just as I was mulling over my killer instinct, a feeble voice from behind me broke me out of my reverie, reminding me that Felicia and Charlotte were still tied up.
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