As I tripped, the beast took advantage. With a sudden leap, it drove me into the ground like a pitchfork into manure. I took a sudden, asphalt filled breath as the wind was knocked out of me. Why do they keep following me home?! With a sigh, and an upward lurch, I pulled myself out of the ground painfully, took out my gun, and shot it. I wish the old man would stop sending all the hounds of hell after me. I know I’m his daughter’s first suitor, but for Christ’s sake! I paused, wiping the blood away from my mouth caused by cuts that had disapeared. Maybe my association with up above was what he hated so much about me.

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