Chapter 3 - Richard Threatens The Mourners With A Silver Handgun
Before anyone could process the nightmare unfolding before them, Richard reached inside his tailored black suit jacket.
His hand emerged clutching a heavy, silver-plated semi-automatic handgun, its barrel catching the harsh chapel spotlight.
“EVERYONE STEP BACK RIGHT NOW OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL SHOOT!” Richard roared, sweeping the weapon across the crowd.
Mourners shrieked in sheer terror, diving behind mahogany pews and pressing themselves flat against the floral-wallpapered walls.
Ethan didn’t flinch; instead, he threw the hammer aside and dropped to his knees directly beside the splintered casket.
“Ethan, get away from there! He’s insane!” shouted Aunt Sarah from the second row, clutching her chest in horror.
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Richard pointed the shaking barrel directly at Ethan’s head, his face twisted into an ugly, murderous mask of fury.
“Move away from the box, boy, or your mother won’t be the only one buried in this cemetery today,” Richard threatened.
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