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Chris stood slowly, listening to the girl behind him and completely ignoring The Reaper and his assistant. He turned, a small grin coming over his face. His voice remained low and cold, a sign he was truly angry. He wasn't one for yelling...

"Little boy instincts? Oh-ho! Kitty's got claws!" He laughed. "I'm 26, so before you go spouting off that cunt mouth of yours, you should check your facts..." He whispered, still helping the boy regain himself.

Clearly, this chick had problems and Chris always tried to be nice to women, but she had lost that right and now he wouldn't piss on her if she was on fire.

"And why don't you put that down before you hurt yourself, little girl" Chris sneered, motioning to her blade.

That was all he was going to say to her. He didn't have time to be worried with cocky children, he needed to focus on the big picture. The Reaper was still standing nearby, and that's who Chris needed to talk to.

"Excuse me, but where are we?" He asked, his tone a little more light hearted than before, but still serious.