"Under no circumstances do you hurt my father," said Chris.
"Which one is he?" said Mike, as he picked up a hardback bible from a bookshelf
Lined up in front of the pair were seventy-nine very angry prisoners. They looked hungry. For violence.
"I'll deal with the degenerates." said Chris.
"Who you callin' 'degenerates'?" said a scar faced man with an out of date moustache.
Chris sighed. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing phoenix tattoos on each forearm. With a simple incantation, the fiery birds left his skin.
The colour drained from the prisoners and they fled en masse.
Only one man remained. Chris smiled. "He'll be the only taker."
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Chris And Mike vs The World
ParanormalMike's life is as boring as they come. Miserable job. A family that hates him. He's going nowhere, fast. And then his old school friend Chris is released from a mental institute and left in his care. While Mike tries to find someone to take Chris of...
