Sheamus' Death

Saturday night. People were everywhere: adults in clubs with their friends, and kids sleeping at home with a guardian or babysitter. A man was walking down Morrison Street like a gangsta listening to rap music through the headphones. Little did he know that a stranger was was about to take his life. As he crossed the street, a silver hearse with a design of tumbling skulls from the front to back. It came driving towards him. Without warning, a hand with a gun came out of the driver window. The stranger pulled the trigger. he fell down as the bullet went through his heart. Slowly, he hit the rough ground as the hearse came to a halt. A man nearly 7 feet tall with a red torn mask on appeared from the passenger door. He walks up to the wounded man who was gagging up blood from his mouth.
"Sheamus, your life has come to and end and nobody, I man nobody, will ever have to deal with you again." The tall, bulky, hideous-looking man takes out a knife from his pocket. Hanging it loosely from his thumb and index finger, he lets it go, causing it to fall straight down into his throat. The monster. gets back in the vehicle and they drive away like race car drivers

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