away from William but he could tell that he was holding a gun. William raised and walked into the clearing, he leaned against a tree trunk casually with his leg crossing over the other. have some nerve showing up William spoke, his voice echoing. The boy “You here.” turned around in a whirl, his gun hanging slack on his shoulder. His green eyes full of fear as he stared at the stranger that stood in the shadows. is The teenager said shakily. “Who you’s?” William smiled coldly and stepped into the moon light, the boom of guns and screaming still old Was all he said. roared. “An friend.” The boy stared, his mouth gaping with shock. What doing “William?! you’s here?” The smile on Williams face disappeared, the look of cold and revenge replaced it. “You know why I am here. I am here because of what you did to my Henry looked confused. brother.” you and your William spat at the word father, a little Turner “13 years ago father,” “Killed kid.” William put his hand on his 13 year old gun. was only two, and you murdered “He him.” know what talking Zak breathed out, William smiled at the sound “I don’t you’re about.” of fear in his voice. lying Zak, I can tell because you are a “You’re murderer.” The snap of a twig caught them both off guard, a Baggins man rushed out raising his gun my William drew his gun, Zak raised his gun too. William toward William. “Leave son alone!” shot at the man, hitting him square in the forehead. The man crumpled forward, falling onto William making his gun fly out of his hand. The gun flew and hit Zak on his head causing him to fall. William pushed the dead man off of him, blood smearing his face and clothing. He reached
away from William but he could tell that he was holding a gun. William raised and walked into the clearing, he leaned against a tree trunk casually with his leg crossing over the other. “You have some nerve showing up here.” William spoke, his voice echoing. The boy turned around in a whirl, his gun hanging slack on his shoulder. His green eyes full of fear as he stared at the stranger that stood in the shadows. “Who is you’s?” The teenager said shakily. William smiled coldly and stepped into the moon light, the boom of guns and screaming still roared. “An old friend.” Was all he said. The boy stared, his mouth gaping with shock. “William?! What you’s doing here?” The smile on Williams face disappeared, the look of cold and revenge replaced it. “You know why I am here. I am here because of what you did to my brother.” Henry looked confused. “13 years ago you and your father,” William spat at the word father, “Killed a little Turner kid.” William put his hand on his 13 year old gun. “He was only two, and you murdered him.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Zak breathed out, William smiled at the sound of fear in his voice. “You’re lying Zak, I can tell because you are a murderer.” The snap of a twig caught them both off guard, a Baggins man rushed out raising his gun toward William. “Leave my son alone!” William drew his gun, Zak raised his gun too. William shot at the man, hitting him square in the forehead. The man crumpled forward, falling onto William making his gun fly out of his hand. The gun flew and hit Zak on his head causing him to fall. William pushed the dead man off of him, blood smearing his face and clothing. He reached
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