The Best Intentions
Marissa let out a horrified shriek and staggered away as Greg crumpled to the ground. His seemed to fold in on himself, like a bouncy castle with all the air suddenly sucked out, and when he hit the floor he landed as a pile of empty skin. Bracing herself against a chest of drawers and trying not to hyperventilate, Marissa’s eyes bulged in horror. ‘What have I done?’ she gasped. Scrambling for the gun, which she had dropped in her shock, she analysed it more closely than before. After a few seconds she came across the device model engraved into the handle and felt suddenly faint: Costume Gun Ultra V2.0 . Her head spinning, she dropped down heavily onto the edge of the bed. How had it all gone so wrong? She had come here to put a stop to Greg’s relentless bullying of her son, but she had never wanted to get rid of him entirely. After all, it wasn’t Greg’s fault he had turned out this way – with materialistic parents and a slutty, shallow girlfriend, he didn’t have a single positive i