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Belle's Point of View I was sitting in the car while Reed was outside with Dad. I bit my lip because, earlier, my body moved on its own. It was more like instinct that made it move. With just one movement of the deceased man's hand, I immediately sent the doctor away from that place. His sharp nails might really hit him if I weren't there. And when I pulled out the g*n from Reed's pocket, that thing also surprised me because it seemed like I was well-versed in using it. Actually, I'm afraid to touch that g*n, but why do I know how to c**k the g*n? And the worst thing is that I know it's a bulls-eye shot, even though that was my first time using it. I got goosebumps because of what was happening. That's a very strange adrenaline rush, huh. I saw Dad come to my car with Reed, and he kn