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"I'm sorry what!" Molly said. Rodrick had just told her that if she wanted to survive the chasen she was going to have to kill it.
"Yes," Rodrick said.
"Are you mental?"
"No I'm not. I killed mine so you can kill yours."
"Uh no you have super strength I don't," she said. "And to even have the slightest chance in killing it I'd have to fight it, fighting which I don't even know how to do. You want me to go up against a mountain with absolutely zero skill. No."
"You have to do it or it is going to keep coming after you and it is going to kill you."
"Again," Det. Brighton added.
"Again? What do you mean again? If that thing gets you then you are done. It's over," Rodrick said.
"Well . . . It has gotten me a few times actually," Molly said.
"What do you mean by that? Gotten you how as in killed you?"
"Yes."
"A few times?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry, the chasen has been after you and it has kil
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