Me? He wanted something from me?
No, he turned away, striding past Amy, who was still impaled to the wall by her hand, and stopped when he stood over Bitch.
Maybe the point meant the exact opposite of what I suggested. “Staaay. Good worm.”
Drawing another knife from a point I couldn’t see on his body, he stabbed Bentley in between the eyes.
Welp.
Hang on, weren’t Bentley and Bitch covered in Grue’s darkness? Can he sense through it? Is he stabbing the right head?
He turned to look at me one last time, and then he was gone.
Well, then. That happened.
I’m really not sure what he was trying to accomplish here. Just prove that he could beat Skitter and co.?
Either way, I doubt Bitch is going to be pleased.
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