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And that's when he noticed the two men approaching him, they were coming from the car that was directly in front of his truck, one of them identified himself as a police officer but he was not wearing a uniform and looked a little young to be a cop but james was not caring about any of that, as they approached, he thought about the gun sitting in his truck, he turned calmly to his passenger door and opened it, the gun lying on the seat, he picked it up and turned to the men approaching him, he was not familiar with guns at all, as a matter of fact, he knew nothing about them at all. Where the safety is or if it even had one, he didn't even know what kind of gun he had in his hand, but one thing he did know, if the gun didn't work, he would use it to beat the men coming at him to death. James waited till one of the men was about three feet from him and raised the gun from his side and said im already dead, how bout you, put the gun in the mans face, and pulled the trigger, the gun went off, shredding through the mans face, the man never even having time to react, falling back on his friend that was two steps behind him. The second man, witnessed the whole thing but could not believe what had just happened, james looked at him, and without hesitation, he he said your turn, and fired the gun once again, the man to scared to move was shot right through his throat. James was aiming at his face but it was the first time he had held a hand gun, he watched as the second man fall, slamming his head into the ground, grasping at his throat as he fought to breathe, james shouted at him, should've minded your own fucking business. James turned his attention back to the car he was trying to steal and saw that it was empty, know one to be seen, and other cars were starting to drive off in fear of what was going on, he walked to the car, got in, checked the fuel gauge to see three quarters of a tank, and after all that had just happened, knowing he had gas eased his mind. James had many dreams of violence and murder throughout his adult life, some of them seeming so real he had actually lived in fear for weeks after, believing they might have actually happened, but in his dreams he woke up scared, fearing that he might of hurt someone, this was real and he seemed to be enjoying it, anger seemed to continue to grow in his mind if that even seems possible, either way, it was happening, and james seemed to want more..