With these thoughts he slowly drifted off to sleep.
"See you bitches later, I'm heading out to the bar" said Jimmy De Santa "It's eleven in the morning!" replied Jimmy's mother Amanda "You gotta start early in this city"
So Jimmy drove off to indulge in some almost afternoon drinking, with no knowledge that he was being followed by a wizard.
The place was called Singletons. Jimmy had hopes of picking up a girl their but instead a very tall man sat next to him and began to engage a conversation with him.
"Hey man, you come here often?" asked Paul "Yeah, whenever I'm too sober." Jimmy laughed "Dude I've only been here for two minutes and I can already tell the drinks are overpriced and it's really not worth it"
"You know of a better place?"
"Nope, but you seem like a nice guy. So tell you what, take this and have a good time" Leaving three hundred bucks in Jimmy's hand Paul left with a single hair of Jimmy De Santa's in his hand.
"Besides." Paul thought. "I'm not old enough to drink.
The time had come. Paul was now in full form of Jimmy De Santa and the potion was brewed good enough to last an hour. He was now approaching the real Jimmy's house. As he walked in he could hear Jimmy's sister singing in the living room.
"Where's dad at?" fake Jimmy asked "I think he's in the pool"
So he walked outside, and their he was, sitting in the pool with a drink in his hand.
"Dad, I was thinking. You've been busy alot lately and I was wondering if you wanted to check out the new game I got and play a little with me"
"Sure son, why not" Michael replied Paul could tell that Michael and his son hardly spent quality time together and that just made his mission so much easier. As Michael finished drying off Paul waited upstairs in Jimmy's room. Finally after about three minutes Michael walked through the open door and sat on Jimmy's bed next to Paul and said "We gonna get this shit started or what?"
"Shut the door dad, I don't want Tracey bothering us."
"Good idea" And so he shut it and the justice process began. Paul got up, pulled out his wand and pointed it at Michael.
"What's that? A fancy Kinect controller" Michael asked.
With a wave of his wand and a "Obscuro!" a blindfold wrapped around Michael's eyes. "What the fuck!" said Michael. Then Paul decided his next spell.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Paul shouted, and Michael fell backwards lying on the bed unable to move. "Now what to do with you?" Paul asked himself.
"I don't know who the fuck you are, but if you think you're putting me away you're gonna have to find some evidence buddy"
"Touche. Maybe I should just go with the easy way. Risky, but easy."
Paul was pondering if he should actually go through with this. Death for the killer?
"Help! Help!" Michael shouted. And without even thinking Paul shaked his wand and uttered the phrase "Avada Kedavra"
Just like that, Michael was dead. In that instant, a rush of emotions flooded into Paul's mind, the last one on the list being worry. But despite the feelings he was having he walked out the front door of the house still in Jimmy De Santa's form.
As he drove back home he wondered why he felt so much better, maybe he was just meant to be a killer of killers himself. Sure all the other wizards would view him as a dark wizard, but to him he would always be a hero, and that was all that mattered to him. After a good night sleep Paul would continue his quest in the morning.
