Manic killer

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I inch closer. He yelps and drops to the floor, covering his head with his arms and curling up into a small, protective ball. He is cowering before me and all I want to do is reassure him. I drop into a crouch in front of him. He sobs and the sharp smell of urine fills the basement.
Hunted by the Omega
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