Michael Abbot
*Michael's breathing is getting slower and slower... at least he looks peaceful now*
Rest in Peace.
*Michael seems to have entered a delirious fever... sweat pearls coving his face.*
Poor guy.
*Micheal groans in pain*
.... *will he be ok I wonder*
... *cough*... *groan*...
*Go closer.*
.... *spat*.... take... the damn note... kill.... those traitors...
Now's the time for vengeance.
You sure are relentless.
*Leave him to his pain.*
Poor guy.
