Alexander had the barrel pressed to the man’s head. Only he was not a man—not in the strictest sense. That’s where things get a tad problematic.
“Go on, do it. Come on now. You are the same as all of them. Pull the fucking trigger, I fucking dare you!”
“Shut it, will you?” Alexander said and smacked the man with the side of his laser gun. Darius fell backward, his skin broken, and the silver stuff underneath visible. Continue reading