"See big boy! You thought that was the first time you killed. Hardly! You kill the spirts of your little girl!!!!" She screamed at him. Her spit that hit his face was warm and red. She was still bleeding. Suddenly there was a gun shot. Mort turned to see Young Mort behind him holding the gun that had gone off. Mort looked down at his chest, it was stained with dark black blood. "That interesting." Mort said as he fell to the ground.

Mort smacked his head on the coffee table, he kept putting off moving, as he fell to the floor. It wasn't a long trip that was sort of why it hurt so damn much no no darn. He told himself. Now that he was putting his life straight he was trying to stop swearing. And Oh My it was hard! Mort heard a "meow" come from the back door. That meow just so happened to scare the crap out of him.