Excerpt of Intergalactic Witness Protection
It
takes a moment to discern any sort of rhyme and reason in all the
various images, noises, and just plain colors swirling around in
Silas Shipping’s drugged mind. But I start to notice a pattern in
everything.
Running
with sharp objects and tripping, hacking off body parts.
Lighting
candles, only for them to explode into massive fires.
Staring
at the fire and screaming “Mom!” multiple times at the top of his
lungs.
Thrusting
sharp objects at Reverend Shipping.
I
will most definitely have to keep this one heavily monitored. Both
his mind, and the proficiency of his metallic body parts.
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