Sam asked breathlessly. “Well,” Gabriel replied. “He’s just a kid, we can’t kill him.” “I know,” she sounded absolutely infuriated over the fact. “You can’t kill me,” the boy began laughing maniacally, tapping the jagged surgical scar on his chest. “I’m the Chosen One. No one can kill me!” “I beg to differ,” Mister Mittens said. “Kill him, Gabriel. It’s better than he deserves. You’re afraid to kill a child? What are you, a pussy? Have you forgotten everything this brat is responsible for?” “Being called a pussy by a cat,” Gabriel muttered. “That’s a new one. Shut up, cat! He’s just a kid. He doesn’t know any better.” “You can’t kill me,” the Chosen One sang, “because if you do, you’ll die too.” “What are you spouting, boy,” Mister Mittens hissed. “They put something in my chest when I was born. If my heart stops beating, it sends a signal to the computer and this place gets filled with gas. No one lives if I die!”
