"You owe me four hundred dollars," the cloaked figure finally says after staring at the box he holds.
"What are you going to do with her?" he asks.
"What your sister asked me to do, of course," is the simple reply. The man moves to take the baby, but his own fingers tighten around the crate.
"Where is my sister?" he suddenly asks, afraid. Doubt is plaguing his mind like darts. Maybe if his sister had seen this man she wouldn't allow him to take her baby. He looks dangerous. Before he can say more, the man reaches over to pry his fingers loose. The baby is out of his arms before he can even blink. The large man reaches in with one hand, and lifts the girl into his arms. The empty box is thrown carelessly to the ground. In the darkness there is silence as the cloaked figure stares at her. She is completely still. Warning alarms ring in the smaller man's head.
"Where is my sister?" he asks again. A growl of anger erupts, and the man's arm shoots out once more, clasping his neck. This time the pressure is so intense he sees flashes of light in front of his eyes. The man had been holding back before, but he isn't holding back now.
"Your sister is dead. And you'll be meeting her in hell." The man is literally squeezing the life out of him. His feet dangle in the air, as breathing becomes impossible.
The last thing he sees before his eyes close forever is a bright light, filled with orange flames. When it goes black, he hears the sounds of fire and smells burning flesh.
Then he was no more.
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