Each step mirrored perfectly, like a reflection walking out of glass.
Solomon's throat tightened as he saw the figure walking in almost slow motion.
Cold sweat poured down his back. The air tasted like metal.
He gagged, chest heaving, forcing himself to look again.
The other Mr. N kept coming. Solomon threw his stethoscope off his neck.
His heartbeat was digging into his ass.
He could count everytime his blood pulsed through his brain.
His breath moved faster, as he begun to speed up.
"Um…" Solomon stammered, "Uh… do you--
Mr. N turned his head slowly.
Too slowly.
His eyes shifted toward the street—
and for a heartbeat, Solomon saw something.
Then Mr. N smiled.
And the other one stopped walking.
aeeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhhhhhhhhh~
A slow delayed, nasty screech excited the back of their throat. As their eyes watered, It was like someone crying for help.
Solomon shouldn't see it, he shouldn't have known.
The whisper came before the pain—
and the world folded in on itself.
Solomon got up quickly holding his head realizing he's slacking on the job he apologizes to Mr. N quickly.
Mr. N stands against the walls of his secret office with his hands crossed. Osprey was still on the stretcher, Vera, Kage still passed out on their stretchers. Solomon's lieutenants were missing.
"Do you remember?" Mr. N asked.
"Do you remember?" Mr. N asked.
"Do you remember?" Mr. N asked.
"Do you remember?" Mr. N asked.
"Do you remember?" Mr. N asked.
"Do you remember?" Mr. N asked.
"Do you remember?" Mr. N asked.
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Solomon's breath hitched,
his hands slick with memory.
He said no—
Kill me in Jerusalem, Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem. Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem. Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem,Kill me in Jerusalem.
PLEASE KILL ME.
sOL
SOUL
SOL?
SOLOMON
my. My name is Solomon.
5 days later 1/18, at 5:18 pm on a sunny day., the corpses of Solomon's Lieutenants and a random woman, washed up on the shore of the middle east.
We see Solomon, normal. Nothing happened.
No difference.
In the room of a surgeon he monolouged again.
Some women's bodies are no fun-