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"Well...Where are your famous last words, now, huh?"

So now it's the end. Party Poison's paralyzed. His brown eyes look up, still, at the man who's holding the gun. At the man who's dominant now. He can shoot him at any time now. And for what is he asking? For words. It's only a last humiliation, a last way to bring him to the ground and say he's won. Words. The only thing that never serves in the desert. Goddamn words.

Party's heartbeat fastens with fear as his rational thoughts build up.
That man doesn't know. He doesn't know anything. He doesn't know anything about life, pain,heartbreak, convictions. Party Poison knows that. It's not the only thing he knows.

Well, let's teach that man something. Let's die like a martyr. Let's push him in his fall, even if that brings Party down too, even if that involves having his brains scattered on the cold ground. Fuck being afraid. He is. And so, what else? Let's be the hero of that revolution. He's not alone. Party's lips shake. His eyes never leave the man. His fingers reached for his temple. His voice rises, soft and slow.

"Do you know time bombs, fucker? Well, the aftermath is not secondary."

Fear rushed in his chest and a flash of light blinded him. A last thought before he faded to black.

It's just the beginning.

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"Well...Where are your famous last words, now, huh?"

So now it's the end. Party Poison's paralyzed. His brown eyes look up, still, at the man who's holding the gun. At the man who's dominant now. He can shoot him at any time now. And for what is he asking? For words. It's only a last humiliation, a last way to bring him to the ground and say he's won. Words. The only thing that never serves in the desert. Goddamn words.

Party's heartbeat fastens with fear as his rational thoughts build up.
That man doesn't know. He doesn't know anything. He doesn't know anything about life, pain,heartbreak, convictions. Party Poison knows that. It's not the only thing he knows.

Well, let's teach that man something. Let's die like a martyr. Let's push him in his fall, even if that brings Party down too, even if that involves having his brains scattered on the cold ground. Fuck being afraid. He is. And so, what else? Let's be the hero of that revolution. He's not alone. Party's lips shake. His eyes never leave the man. His fingers reached for his temple. His voice rises, soft and slow.

"Do you know time bombs, fucker? Well, the aftermath is not secondary."

Fear rushed in his chest and a flash of light blinded him. A last thought before he faded to black.

It's just the beginning.