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"You see Booker!You and you're a killer just like your friend!"Slate's voice sounded through the speakers while Booker and Bane finished killing some weird dressed men.

"This is your first and last warning captain, hand us the Shock Jockey."Bane said.

"And what are you going to do if I don't want to?"Slate asked again.

"Then I will break you."Bane said.

"We don't to need to do this Slate, just gve us the vigor!"Booker said.

"If you want it Booker you'll give my men a soldier's death. They wait for you in Wounded Knee and Peking."Were Slate's final words for now.

The trio moved through the ravaged Hall of Heroes. It was also very dark but luckily Elizabeth found a lantern and Booker found an infusion, whatever that thing was. Even if he was curious about it's effects he couldn't drink it because of his mask.

Soon enough they reached a rotunda which opened the way for two ways. One lead towards The Boxer Rebellion and lead to The Battle of Wounded Knee. Bane read history in his spare time and he knew what happened on these two and it wasn't pretty, not, one, bit.

They started with the Wounded Knee for some reason. Fake fire, cardboard cut outs of Indians, statues depicting Indians killing children and women. Booker had a weird look on his face, Elizabeth looked around with genuine curiosity and Bane was mumbling:

"It didn't happened that way..."

Bane knew that the Indians had all the right to be angry after all America was their land, in America were their people too and then it was their blood who stained the ground on their lands. Plus, the statues were a complete lie!First, the Indians were provoked first when one of their leaders was assassinated by Americans and then their second leader was killed when he wanted to discuss with the troops. The Indians decided that it would've been a good idea to charge soldiers with rifles which resulted in all of them dead. Plain and simple!

"Know your companion young lady, he wrapped himself in glory on December 29, eighteen-hundred and ninety..."Slate's voice boomed into the speakers.

"What does he mean?"Elizabeth asked.

"You don't want to know..."Booker mumbled.

"Slaughtering the oppressed dosen't sound so glorious to me."Bane said.

"IT WAS AN ORDER!"Booker snapped which made Elizabeth gasp and Bane stop in his place eyeing Booker with a disgusted and unimpressed look.

"And if I order you to jump in the head, will you do it?"Bane asked again. Booker moved until his face was just inches from Bane's mask and then said:

"Listen here iron face, I don't know who you are, where do you come from and I don't even know if you work with Comstock which means I don't trust you and when I don't trust someone things usually end up pretty badly."

"Words mean nothing to me."Bane said but before Booker could say something, Bane continued:

"Mister DeWitt, I feel the same about you so if you want our cooperation to continue without any...accidents I'd say you keep your mouth shut. Then you were a puppet, and your weakness has cost you the life of the ones who only tried to protect their homes and avenge their leader's death. With that said Mister DeWitt you are a criminal."

Booker grit his teeth, punching Bane was completely out of question because the mask protected his face but Booker was to angry to realize that. With that said and with an war cry Booker shoved Bane back a few steps and started punching his masked face, doing less then no damage at all.

Bane let him throw a few punches and then he caught his fists and said:

"Peace has cost you strength, victory has defeated you!"

Then he punched Booker with his own fists and kicked him away before starting to punch him. The big difference between Bane and Booker was the fact that Bane was way more muscular and more experienced in hand to hand combat which meant that every one his fists-aside from the fact that it felt like someone was beating you with two bricks-was placed so that it would make the adversary bleed right away and get dizzy.

After throwing a few punches which painted most of Booker's face with red Bane let him attack him, this time his punches being weaker then the first time and Bane couldn't understand one thing:

"Why in the name of God everyone attacks my mask bare handed?"

Bane got tired of Booker's pathetic punches and with a nice wing of his arm over his foe's face made him turn his back on him followed by a powerful kick in the back sending Booker on all four.

One thing Bane loved to do was mock his adversary, not because he was arrogant but because he wanted to make them angry so that they couldn't think straight and Booker made no exception this day:

"Get up soldier."Bane ordered before kicking Booker in the stomach making him spit a nice amount of blood. After he walked a full circle around Booker waiting for him to get up he kicked him again before saying:

"Get up."

Another kick.

"Up."

Then another kick and he would've keep doing this to the poor man if not for a crying Elizabeth grabbing his right hand and pleading:

"Bane!Please...stop...please don't do this, no more!Please!"

Bane looked at the crying girl then at Booker who hugged his stomach. He placed a hand on her cheek to wipe the tears and said:

"Elizabeth, don't be stupid like him."

After that he moved to Booker and kneel so that he would reach his level and said:

"Really Mister DeWitt?You are pathetic. Look at me, I haven't even dropped a sweat and you look like dead body. Think about this when you will attack me the next time."

Bane got up looked at Elizabeth and said:

"Patch him up, I need him one piece, for now."

Elizabeth wasted no time in doing as told. Up close it looked worse. There was blood coming from the side of his head, his jaw was dislocated but it was put back in place when Bane punched him again, his nose was bleeding, his mouth was bleeding and his fingers had cuts and bruises on them from Bane's mask.

She could only shake her head while she did her best to patch him and to add insult to the injury, Slate's voice said:

"Getting rusty Mister DeWitt?"

Before dying with a low chuckle.

After some patching on the poor Booker and after Booker mumbled some curses they moved on through the exhibit. At the end of it they were greeted by more armed men and a Crow, which Bane had no trouble in killing it , all this while Slate was shouting his nonsense.

But after more nonsense from Slate-which Bane made a mental note to ignore it-they finished with this part of edited history and moved to the next one which was The Boxer Rebellion.

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