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trembling uncontrollably. She raised the pistol and pointed it point blank at my chest.
    “Die, you damn monster!” She screamed as her finger tightened on the trigger. But, the gun never discharged. I had managed to slip the webbing between my thumb and index finger in between the hammer and the percussion cap. I had managed to prevent the gun from tearing in me a hole which would have proved either exceptionally painful, or worse – fatal!
    As I stared into her eyes, seeing the mix of fear and loathing that was awash in her face all I could think was: What the hell was her problem?

Chapter 5
    I stood there face to face with Pam, a girl I recognized from my chemistry class. Her eyes were filled with tears and terror. It was an awful recipe to see mixed into such a beautiful visage. I couldn’t imagine what it was that vexed her, but obviously it bore with it a deep-seated fear of me. But why? I had thought to myself, What had I done to her? I couldn’t understand her reaction. But then, I remembered that this was a hoax – a farce perpetrated by my asinine frat brothers. I had discussed her with Evan on several occasions and could see that she must have been in on the whole thing.
    The pistol she had been holding – the one that had clamped down on the flesh web between my thumb and forefinger – I cast aside like the toy it must be. After all, how else could I have not been affected by her shots? I marveled at how elaborate this prank was and had to admire my frat brothers for putting it all together.
    “Ha ha ha, Pam!” I said slowly through my sluggish mouth and hoarse throat. Damn! I thought to myself, I need a drink! The unfortunate effect of this dryness in my throat was that my intended words were turned into slightly garbled mumbles semi-recognizable as parts of human speech. They sounded something more like “AA..AA..AA, Pmmm.”
    I was really getting tired of my hindered speech. Dammit! I cursed in my head, Why did my throat feel so hoarse, and why was my tongue like a dead slug lolling about?
    If I couldn’t communicate with Pam through the medium of speech, then I would have to find another way. And so, I gestured to her. First I pointed to her, obviously indicating to her that I wanted to talk to her. Next, I tapped my mouth and tried to speak. However, the syllabic malaise that poured from my lips was completely unintelligible and sounded more like a sickened moan. I followed this by shaking my head very forcefully to signify that I could not speak. I then gestured to her with the most commonly accepted sign of peace and love – a hug, while smiling widely at her.
    However, for some reason, the meaning of my impromptu pantomime appeared to be completely lost on her. Instead of seeing some kind of relaxing from her, I saw instead a growing intensity to the fear shone in her eyes. What had I done wrong?
    I reached out to her again, with as wide and warm a smile as I could muster even stepping forward to usher her into my embrace. But, she instead shrank back. Another step forward and my ears were assailed by the most atrocious ear-splitting scream I had ever thought possible to be ejaculated from human vocal cords! I screamed back at her and stepped back.
    In my head ran a million thoughts, the highlights of which included: What was wrong? Why was she acting this way? Couldn’t she see that I meant her no harm? Couldn’t she see that I was a victim in some sick, depraved prank? And finally, I became perturbed as this last fact – that I was the victim, here, she should have already known!
    Aha! And then it made perfect sense. She was playing into the prank. Her ignorance of my intentions and her fear were only an act!
    And so, I pressed forward in spite of her screaming. I smiled as I approached - laughing to myself about the whole situation and starting to feel a little honored to be the target of such a well-designed scheme.
    Two more steps forward, however, and something new assailed my senses.