"DO YOU WANT TO SEE A CHILD DIE!" screamed the criminal pulling the unfortunate Kenny McCormick behind him.
"No they don't wanna see a child die! You guys!-uf" It was futile for Kenny to struggle against the man as he yanked the cursed boy away from everyone, the man was stronger than him in every way. That didn't stop Kenny from trying...
"I don't want to die again" repeatedly ran through Kenny's head. He was scared,no, he was terrified. He knew he shouldn't be because he always came back no matter what. But the thought of no one remembering, the pain, and the nothingness, that he always experienced made it hard to not fear. What if he didn't come back this time? He knew it was possible. Though the thought made Kenny happy at times, he knew deep down he didn't want to stay dead; but he was trapped… Why oh why was it always him? Every time without fail. "On the count of three this child dies! One! Two!" This was it. He was going to die again….
"GODDAMN IT SOMEONE HELP ME!" The young boy screamed out desperately. Tears were threatening to spill by now. He knew he'd probably wake up with a splitting headache, a painful reminder of what happened today, there'd probably be a scar too. Feeling the gun barrel push into the hood of his parka he flinched back. The click of the safety being turned off registered in his mind… "Oh boy, here we fucking go again"