Pxan looked outside one of the little windows of the church, Marcus was waiting for him outside, rifle in hand and very angry.


    <<Come out of there disarmed and maybe you will get out of here alive>> said Marcus <<maybe.>>


    Pxan nearly laughed at Marcus naivety. A sudden shriek run through Marcus’ spine, an electric shock strong enough to bend even the strongest of man, the rifle shoot two bullets in a row. Both missed. Pxan came out of the church <<Marcus do you seriously believe that I didn’t prepare for this? Did you seriously didn’t excepted any traps?>>


    <<You are a monster Pxan. You haven’t changed much.>>


    Pxan expression changed <<you are right in a way. You know how your brother that night?>>


    <<You stabbed him to the death and took the life of others.>>


    <<Oh no>> a smile appeared on Pxan face <<I poisoned them and placed traps everywhere. When poor Daniel fought me he could barely stand on its two feet. The rest died because of the smoke.>>


    <<But why? Why you had to kill them? You had integrated so well…>>This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.


    <<There were not my family. There were constraining on me to a life I didn’t want. Daniel was an abusiv->> a blow hit Pxan head making him lose equilibrium, he got hit by another and another. Several of its ribs were broken, the prosthetics begun to break.


    <<You monster!>> cried Lucy <<die!>>


    Pxan tried to activate the shock trap on Lucy but it didn’t work. He grabbed his gun and shoot, only noticing too late that the bullets had been replaced with salt.


    <<Lucy stop! There are still things that I must ask him.>> Marcus bent over Pxan <


    > his words were cut short by a frog grenade. Pxan managed to stand up and enter the church. The two of them followed.


    “Damn!” he thought to himself “what a mess!” they knew the church better than him. Plus one of its legs was broken he had to rally on traps and its wit if he wanted to survive. He had two fog grenade, one blast grenade and a land mine. A physical fight was out of the question. Marcus had to die. Lucy may live but Marcus had to die.  He heard the sound of footsteps. It was Lucy, his torch made her easily spottable in the night. Pxan placed the land mine behind him, hoping that the girl would listen more to his rage than reason.


    As soon as she saw him he charged blindly with the mace. Pxan managed to dodge the first swing by a hair edge. The second hit him like a truck. Lucy made a short dash toward him, Pxan jumped on the side. The mine exploded. Lucy left leg went flying. The lower part of its body was now a fleshy mess of things. Pxan moved quickly, soon Marcus would come and he would have been mad, very mad for what happened to his daughter.


    The sound of a man running came closer, he cried, he screamed, he held the rifle in his hands. One wrong move and Pxan was death.