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Chapter #4
'From dust you came, to dust you return.'
by: Unknown
"Pshh" Dan thinks as he moves the scissors closer to the collar. "I'll cut this off, then to get revenge.." He plots inside his head. Then, he is astounded. He had been taught in Science how strong some metals can be. And yet, what happens in front of his eyes, defies the fact. The tip of the scissors, upon contact with the leather collar, implodes into a small puff of metallic dust.
"What the fuck?" Dan roars. He tries again, approaching the collar from a different angle. He is however, very gentle, considering how close his neck is. Wouldn't be very pleasant to cut that. His idea is to snag the part of the collar in contact with his neck, then slice that way. Dan places the metal against the top of his neck. It's surprisingly cold. He then slides it downwards, nearing the collar.
Momentarily, he thinks his efforts have succeeded. He pinches the plastic handle together, to realize that there is now only one blade, pathetically following his fingers. The remnants; a small pile of ashen dust, resting on his shoulder. He lobs the scissors behind him. They're of little use now. They land with a dignified 'ting' on the floor.
Then, Dan notices anothers presence. Lurking, is...
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