"You're Hurting Me!" Breathing heavily, his chest heaving, he loosened his grip a little. Backing away, Della saw the silver chain around his neck. Three silver skulls hung from the chain. "Oh!" They were so ugly, so realistic, so evil looking. He stared into her eyes. He seemed to be trying to read her thoughts. "What do you want?" she asked.
He didn't reply. He didn't move or blink. His silence was scarier than when he talked to her. She suddenly remembered the ZAP gun. She had shoved it into her back jeans pocket. She reached for it now, felt the barrel first, then grabbed the handle. She jerked her arm back, raised the gun, and fired. A spray of yellow paint shot onto his forehead. He sputtered, surprised, then cried out angrily, and let go of her to wipe his forehead. She took off, racing, stumbling, flying along the ground. Where was she going? She didn't know. She didn't care. She only knew she would do anything to escape...