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[dannychan]

at the gate was a man with pale skin, white hair, and almost taller than ten. ten was staring at him with absolute hatred. "thomas." the man said. "it's time to come home." he held out a hand to ten, and ten just stared at him. "no." ten said simply. murphy narrowed his eyes. "you've played enough. it's time to come home." he hissed, and ten just tried to move away. but ended up moving over and hugging murphy. "no. i'm not your slave to control, murphy!" ten hissed. he growled. "oh really? take the gun." someone handed him a revolver, and ten took it. "no." ten hissed. "shoot him." he said once carl walked up. ten hissed. "no." shoot him." tens arm rose to carl, pointing the gun at him. "shoot him." "no." "shoot him!" "no!" "SHOOT. HIM." ten started pulled the bullet but no bullets left the chamber. "no!" "then why'd you just pull the trigger?" murphy asked, and ten looked at carl with wide eyes and tried to move over and make sure he hadn't hurt him (even though no bullets left the gun) and whimpered when he couldn't move. "time to come home, 10-k."