What Alex saw, made her cry out, fearing for the life of her friends. Nick
and Philip were rolling on the floor, fighting each other. It was an equal
match, now that the ex Seal was injured. Philip was holding a knife,
struggling to hurt his friend in any way possible. The followers just
stood there, unsure what to do, and not sure if they even wanted to do
anything. The ground was still shaking, a faint rumble was heard in the
distant. Time was getting limited and Alex knew she had to do something.
Nick winched, taking another blow from Philip to his already injured body.
His left hand was useless, he couldn't even move his fingers without crying
out in pain. All he could do was block the attacks, one after another.
Philip on the other hand, had the feeling he was winning. All it took was
one good stab with his knife, so Nick would be killed and Satan would
arise. His younger friend was weak from pain and the loss of blood. It was
only a matter of time and he would win, he would be rewarded by his true
master.
And as quick as it started, it ended.
Nick and Philip rolled over the floor of the cave. Alex tried to see what
happened, her gun trying to point to the enemy, one who used to her friend.
But it was useless, Nick kept coming in her shooting range the whole time.
She couldn't shoot without hitting the wrong one!
To Alex it was all happening in slow motion; Nick trying to block another
attack from Philip, both dangerously close to the knife. Somebody yelled, a
cry of pain, and they both let go. Alex watched in horror, unable to
determine who was hurt. Nobody moved, nobody spoke. It was if they were
frozen in time, until Nick stirred, opening his eyes, his hands slick form
blood.
The young woman ran to her friend, looking at the blood, checking if there
was an entry wound, but she couldn't find one. That could only mean one
thing...
She looked at Philip, and her suspicion was confirmed. The handle of the
knife was visible, the rest was embedded in his body, at the place where
his heart once had beaten. The blood was spreading fast, a dark stain on
the black shirt.
Exhausted, and in pain, Nick tugged at Alex's sleeve.
"Philip, is he...?"
Her eyes focused on Nick, filled with tears, and he knew his answer. He had killed his friend, he had done the only thing he could do, but it was hurting like hell. He didn't even noticed the fact, the ground had stopped shaking, and the followers had sneaked away. His eyes rested upon the lifeless body of the priest, his face ashen coloured. Alex shook her head, calling an ambulance, watching Nick. She understood his feelings, and what he was thinking. He was blaming himself, he thought he had killed his friend. But in the end, he had no choice. The solution to the Enigma was to kill the leader or the chosen. She was glad the chosen was still alive, the one who was dear to her. She wrapped her arm around Nick, comforting him in his grief, comforting herself by the warmth of his body. In the distance the wailing of ambulances getting near was heard in the cave, where only silence ruled.
Derek watched his friend, trying to write the latest events in his journal. It had been a few days now, and still it seemed like only a few hours. Nick had hardly spoken a word to any of them, closing him off to all the others, even Rachel, who normally was the first he would talk to. He was getting better, recovering from the wounds, only his left hand in a cast. The other wounds were completely gone, not even a scar left. But the real scar, the one inside of Nick, still hadn't formed, the wound was still raw and open there. It was up to Derek to close it, one way or the other.
Journal of Derek Rayne
Who could have known, that a man had such a dark side to him? He used to be a priest, or pretended to be one. In the end, he died as a follower of the dark side. It is a great lesson to us all, even the close friends can be something they're not appear to be. We all paid for this, we all grieved for this, but Nick paid the most. How can I make him understand Philip was not the friend he pretended to be? How can I take that quilt away? I do not know, but I know I will learn in time. We will keep fighting the dark side, we will keep being strong. We will remember the friends we have lost..Julia, Frank, Philip..may they rest in peace.
"Philip, is he...?"
Her eyes focused on Nick, filled with tears, and he knew his answer. He had killed his friend, he had done the only thing he could do, but it was hurting like hell. He didn't even noticed the fact, the ground had stopped shaking, and the followers had sneaked away. His eyes rested upon the lifeless body of the priest, his face ashen coloured. Alex shook her head, calling an ambulance, watching Nick. She understood his feelings, and what he was thinking. He was blaming himself, he thought he had killed his friend. But in the end, he had no choice. The solution to the Enigma was to kill the leader or the chosen. She was glad the chosen was still alive, the one who was dear to her. She wrapped her arm around Nick, comforting him in his grief, comforting herself by the warmth of his body. In the distance the wailing of ambulances getting near was heard in the cave, where only silence ruled.
Derek watched his friend, trying to write the latest events in his journal. It had been a few days now, and still it seemed like only a few hours. Nick had hardly spoken a word to any of them, closing him off to all the others, even Rachel, who normally was the first he would talk to. He was getting better, recovering from the wounds, only his left hand in a cast. The other wounds were completely gone, not even a scar left. But the real scar, the one inside of Nick, still hadn't formed, the wound was still raw and open there. It was up to Derek to close it, one way or the other.
Journal of Derek Rayne
Who could have known, that a man had such a dark side to him? He used to be a priest, or pretended to be one. In the end, he died as a follower of the dark side. It is a great lesson to us all, even the close friends can be something they're not appear to be. We all paid for this, we all grieved for this, but Nick paid the most. How can I make him understand Philip was not the friend he pretended to be? How can I take that quilt away? I do not know, but I know I will learn in time. We will keep fighting the dark side, we will keep being strong. We will remember the friends we have lost..Julia, Frank, Philip..may they rest in peace.