Mammoth's fate

When Hannah awoke, she found herself not in her own body temporarily, but in someone else's. It was clear she was going to experience the **** of this soul.

Holed up in his bedroom, Franklin began putting on one of his records, and before long, a very sad melody played. He walked over to the closet and put his **** rifle back in the closet.

He took out a shotgun, and he loaded it with a few bullets. As he continued to listen, he heard the sounds of police shouting and doors being kicked in.

"Come out with your hands up!"

"Where are you, Mr. Peppermint?"

Indeed, the police **** had learned of the massacre that happened in Franklin's old workplace and could soon locate his whereabouts. Soon, they'd bust into his room and arrest him.

But he wouldn't let them have it, not this time. "I can't take this anymore!!" he screamed.

Raising the shotgun and putting it into his mouth, he pulled the trigger.

BLAM!

Franklin fell to the ground, pools upon pools of blood decorating the floor. Once he put an end to his life, the police would eventually discover his corpse; they had ruled it a **** suicide.

Everything went black again; this time, Hannah had returned to her physical body. As she got up, she had an axe in her hands.

Finally, standing before her, was Mammoth, who was glaring right at her.