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Closing his eyes, Justin expels the air out from his lungs slowly before opening his eyes once again. “This isn’t how I thought it would be,” he says calmly, looking at the faces in the dark room. He can see their expressions, yet the room is too dark to pick at any details. The room was also dirty. Not just disorganized with crates and boxes, but dirty with dust and dirt. “I had hoped to die old.” Sighing, he looks around at the empty crates, “And definitely not here.” Looking at the bordered up window, Justin continues, “And I never thought my family would be murdered. Especially over something that no one seems to understand. I don’t understand. Why could my grandfather have done to make someone hate an entire family? An entire family? And not just hate them.. but order for all of them to be killed. Men, women, children… all of them. If there was another word for hate… that would be it.” “Abhorrence, detestation… how about odium?” The larger man asks with a shrug. “I meant a word worse that hate.” Justin explains calmly. “It just doesn’t make sense.” “Life doesn’t make much sense, kid,” he replies, pulling his gun out once again. “It’s already a minute?” Justin asks, astonished. “Yep.” “Can I choose where you shoot me?” Justin asks, stalling for time. “Why not,” the man replies with a shrug. “I’m feeling a little flexible today.” Justin pretends to think about it. In reality he would really choose the head. As horrible as it sounded, at least it would be quick. Right? Unless he was shot in the eye… that might not be as quick. Or maybe it would. “What’s the least painful?” No one answers. Frowning, he asks again, “Okay, what’s the quickest?” “Head.” Nodding, Justin sighs again. He couldn’t run. There was no where to go. He was stuck in this small make shift storage shed. Just him and three men with guns. There were no alternatives. “Could I make a deal with you in exchange for my life?” “Nope.” They aim towards his head. “So you want the head, right?” The larger man clarifies. Fuck.