"This is great," Dylan thought to himself. A gun that could make the difference on this boring day. Now all the boy needed was a life specimen and why not his mother. She'd be perfect. Always judging him and telling him what he shouldn't do. Time for a change.
He walked back to the house, playing with the switch on the gun. His mother was just running water to do some dishes. "Too hot outside sweety?," she gave him a quick smile and poured some detergent in the water. Foam formed as the water ran out of the faucet. "Nah, I just want to sit inside for a bit," Dylan sat down at the kitchen table and eagerly watched his mom.
Should he just start firing and see what happens or maybe it was better to start off slow. His mother was at least a few feet taller than him, it would be fun to slowly bring her down to his own height. "I told you some fresh air would do you good. You look much better already," he noticed Helen was staring at him. "Uhuh...," he waited for her to get back to her dishes. She was busy putting cups into the sink. Now that she had her back turned to him he had his chance.
He took aim and began pulling the trigger. His mother jumped up a little as she was struck by...
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