Finster stood there trembling. He had emptied the entire clip into Mr. Porter's chest. His finger was still on the trigger. If the gun hadn't emptied, he would still be shooting. Porter collapsed onto the floor, blood spurting from multiple wounds. He tried to move, and then lay still.
Finster was shocked at what he had just done. He stood still for what seemed like an hour, but was really only a minute or so. He heard a sound and looked up to see Larry standing in the doorway with a horrified expression on his face. The smell of gunpowder lingered in the air. As Finster's gaze turned to Larry, he fled.
*The Fuzz realizes that if someone were to actually read this stuff, they would be getting it sorta backwards. There is a link in the sidebar, "Finster", that will take one to another page with this mess in it's proper order.
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