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(Yeep!)
Sam ran his hands through his hair, shuddering uncontrollably.
He watched sadly, uncertain where to go.
"She doesn't scare me."
"No," he mumbled, heading for the door. "I'd do a hell of a lot better if it was."
"I would be a little worried knowing anyone would be trying to scare me."
It didn't work, and they only roared and burned brighter. "You deserve to die. You and everyone else."
"No.."
They followed, and Sam watched darkly. "Did you know burning to death is the most painful way to die?"
"Positive."
He was quiet before standing up. A split second later, the ground beneath the professors feet burst into flames, engulfing his legs.
"No, not especially. She doesn't scare me."
He was silent, keeping the fury inside and silent. "What about the younger one?"
"Well then maybe you should believe me."
"She came out of nowhere. I would have jumped if it were anyone!"
Sam slowly went down the stairs, his expression one of distrust. "Okay.."
"Why?"
"I am not scared of her."
He shook his head slowly. "Did you hurt anyone..?"
"You should."
