>>45522070I rage at her for keeping the baby and pull out my desert eagle, demanding that she kill the kid or I will do it for her with some lead pills, panicking heavily at the prospect of having my progeny enter such a shit world. As she reacts, I snap and unload my entire mag into her, killing her instantly. I hear sounds around me, people have heard and are likely going to call the cops. I roar that I never wanted to do this at no one in particular, but am met with uncomfortable, deafening silence. I raise the gun to my head, but realize I am too cowardly to go through with it and there is no more ammunition. Sirens in the distance. I've wasted too much time. I have no Pokemon, but I notice her Pokeballs. Shit. I take them, and throw them into the oven and start to preheat it to 500 degrees. Nearly slipping on the blood pool as I run back into the scene of the murder, I leap over to the window and throw myself into the night. I realize the gravity of the situation as I fall five stories, and land with a sickening splat on the pavement.
