CHAPTER 6
"Maxwell!" Joel shouted. "Where are you?!"
"Look behind you."
Joel spun around and looked into the barrel of a Desert Eagle.
"I don't want to shoot you."
"I… uh…"
"I'd much rather put on a show. I'd hang a weight from a cloud and throw a shuriken at it, causing a fantastic splatter of blood, not to mention the immense pain. Alas, this will have to do."
Joel stumbled backwards slightly, shoving his hand into his pocket. Gulping loudly, he started to stutter. "Well, t-to tell you the truth…" he threw his Notebook out of his pocket and into the air, catching it in his other hand. "I'd rather put on a show, too." Before Max could do anything about it, a sword had spawned into Joel's hand. Max pulled the trigger, but him aim was just off enough for the bullet to reflect off the sword.
What am I doing? Max thought to himself. I'm 13 years old! I can't kill a human being! Even if he is evil! He dropped his gun, and it melted as it hit the ground.
Joel stepped forward and held his sword to Max's chin. "I want to kill you so badly right now. Alas, I promised 00001 the honour."
"Wha-"
Before he could finish, an extremely pale humanoid being, wearing all red, punched Max in the back of the head.
"So long, Maxwell." Joel muttered happily. "We won't met again."