HIS GAZE ( ALIGHT WITH PURPOSE ) HELD STEADFAST as he reached for the gun in his pocket. eyes never wavering as he spun the silencer tight against the metal. in front of eli , a young boy stood with what appeared to be the same amount of purpose and resilience and , to be frank , it bothered eli. it resembled a mirror image. as if the FEAR had been leeched from his body just as it had his own. the thought was like a cold knife to his throat ; c h i l l i n g.
“ i’m not here for you , ” eli said bluntly , irritation surfacing as the gloved-clad kid stared back in silence. “ however that man , ” a simple gesture to the chair next to the boy “ needs to die. ”
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