78 Death

"Fuck you Well Terry. Tell your god I, Margaret Tully said 'Fuck you'" Nana said with a smirk as she watched Terry's face contort into an angry expression.

"You dare slur god? You dare insult the terror of the night" he said in a furious tone and Nana replied by spitting at his feet.

"It seems you have a death wish. Alright I shall grant it but not in any pleasant way" he said as his right hand lit on fire and became red hot.

"No" Nana said in horror as she understood what he was about to do to her. "Stop it, Terry, you're not this sort of person, don't do it-- aaaaah!" She screamed in pain and he pressed the hand to the side of her face.

The pain was blinding and she could feel her flesh being roasted away. The flames were hot, so hot that the job was done in less than a minute. She shut down and went limp and Terry grinned. He could hear the sirens from afar and even though he knew he could easily take care of any amount of policemen the police department dispatches to the site, he