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By The Hand Of His – A Creepypasta Tale From 2020TOO

…“You act like I had some sort of choice old friend. My hand was forced, no? The decision of retaliation was not made, it was forcibly thrust upon my shoulders. Had I turned the other cheek as you called it, I would’ve left myself open for others to make their move for my empire.” Bowen says with a furrowed brow and in deep seeded frown. “It brings me no joy in doing this, but if I allowed you to live, I would be making my own bed!” he says as he levels the barrel of his pistol to Ramiraez’s temple.

“SHUT UP AND PULL THE TRIGGER! I no longer care to hear the excuses of a coward!” he spits through clenched teeth.

“On the contrary my old friend,” he says as he pulls the trigger, removing half Ramiraez’s head. “A coward would never have the courage what I have done this day!”

“Then why do it?” he asks as he forces the barrel of his gun into the back Bowen’s skull.

“I-I-Impossible!” he stammers as he looks down with feverishly wide eyes at Ramirarez’s silent form as a sea of red quickly forms beneath it.

“You wouldn’t believe me even if I took the time to tell you!”….

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