Ch. 11 Dipper's POV
The girl's body was so limp, so frail. I kept expecting her to get up and say "hi", though if she did I would probably scream my head off. Mabel. She looked so scared. I patted her shoulder. No effect. She was whispering "no... No I don't want to die." I didn't either. I looked over at the body once again. I wonder how she died. How he killed her. How will he kill me? Will Wendy cry about my death, or even be sad at all? How will Stan take this? What will mom and dad think? No. No, I have to stop thinking these Horrible things.
I have to kill that evil, evil being. or else he'll take many more helpless lives. He's getting closer, much closer. Why us? Mabel and I. There's like what 1,000 other people in gravity falls? I hear his footsteps. I instinctively grab a bowl of broken glass that Grunkle Stan claims are diamonds. He's almost here. I grab a piece of glass. Mabel tapped me on the shoulder, I look over. She found a handgun. I nodded.
" kids... Did you like my present? I had a real nice time killing her." the demon laughed. The brute. How I despise him. I want to kill him, and I hope he suffers when I do, though, I probably won't acommplish that victory.
"oh look... I found you how pitiful. You're both so weak. At least killing you will be easy."