The two men stared at each other without moving, Pxan hand was on the pistol, the man hand on his little rifle. The tension in the air grew only more. The expression of the two men changed. Pxan prepared himself for a fight. The man was ready to attack. They stared at one another searching for an opening, a point of attack, a blink of an eye.


    <<Eh->> said Lucy <<why are you two fighting>>


    <<You are right Lucy, we two are like brothers. Aren’t we Pxan?>> a single blast cut the air, the smell of burning flesh filled the air. The man left leg was gone.


    <<We aren’t friends Marcus and never were. I should kill you right now and execute the highest lord commands>>


    <<Oh-still with those...fantasies?>>


    <<Want another blaster through the leg?>> Pxan turned and begun exploring the church grounds. Marcus presence made him angry. Stone corridors after stone corridors, halls after halls, corridors after corridors. The old church had stood the test of time. Those dark halls were still intact...for the moment. Pxan turned back seeking his explosives and rifles when he heard Marcus and Lucy talk.


    <<You can’t trust him. Did you saw him? He is a beast! He is ready to kill at a moment notice. He is an inquisitor. He is evil!>> said, Marcus


    <<Is he that Pxan?>>


    <<Yes, yes! The beast who killed his family in cold blood. The animal devoured a man during the ritual. Have you seen how quickly he shot me? Have you seen with how much promptness he was ready to kill? The beast has returned>>If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement.


    Lucy said something in a low tone


    <<Oh common, have you saw him he is a monster!>>


    Pxan hearing this conversation begun placing traps everywhere. When he returned he had an extra pistol and a rifle. It wasn’t that hard placing mines and trackers on the two men. Two fearful, too distracted.


    <<Hey Pxan.>> said Lucy one day <<how are you?>>


    Pxan was slightly suprised by Lucy question <<fine. Why do you ask me?>>


    <<My father...he>> she paused <<has a great imagination. You don’t look like the beast in his stories. If what he told me is true then we would have been already dead.>>


    <<Marcus hates me because I killed his brother. Nothing less or more. He rapped me. He enslaved me and my friends. He was a monster. If is regret and redemption that which you are seeking then I must delude you. They deserved to die.>>


    Pxan expression changed and Lucy took a step back <<you->>


    <<No>> said Pxan already knowing the question <<never.>>


    Lucy and Pxan walked the rest of the way in complete silence. Pxan sometimes glanced at Lucy, wondering if he should kill her now or later.


    Life became weird, Pxan passed most of the time alone wandering through the underground floor of the church, Marcus became more and more afraid and Lucy more confused.


    A thundering shoot woke up Pxan <


    > said Marcus very angry <<but you can’t remain here.>>