"Who dares, wins."

My SOCOM hit the floor, as I caught the child. The alarms where blaring, causing the child to scream. The lights caused the world to shift red every few seconds, I was disoriented, and dizzy. Nothing made sense; every thing was a blaring sound in a sea of red.

His voice shattered the darkness.

"Move!"

I could see him running towards me, bullets ricocheting off the floor behind him. I blinked again, and the screaming, and red flashes became a minority, instead of the majority. I spun around, and began to pump my legs like pistons, forcing them to go, never stopping. The pang of the bullets became louder, and more frequent, and his breath became hot on my neck. We reached a door, which quickly slid open. Our bodies, forced through the narrow opening. It quickly slid behind us, and the patter of bullets stopped for a moment.

He thrust himself in front of me, and drew his gun, his death dealing device. He took off again, with out word, and I quickly followed, the child still protesting in my arms, less however, after removal from the blaring lights, and sounds. We rounded a corner, then two more.

He was desperate to get out, his breathing, and style of run showed it. He rounded another corner, to meet a man doing his normal patrol. Unaware of what was happening…innocent in a way. I felt the pain that emanated from him, as he raised the gun, and let a single shot ring out. The man flew back, and hit the wall, his red essence of life spattered against the wall. He didn't turn around, he just kept running, but, I could feel his heart break every time he was forced to raise a weapon against another…

"There's no right part in murder, not ever."

The hall became long, and narrow. Doors lined the sides, leading to countless rooms, countless adventures. The child had become silent now, looking up at me constantly. I glanced down every so often and gave him a fake look of reassurance. The feeling of sorrow that emanated from the man in front of me dissipated, replaced with relief. Close, so close now…

A slide. A man, no so innocent this time slowly walked out of one of the doors ahead of us. He looked at me, at the child, and he slowly raised his weapon. A blast, a death. An other blast…

He slowly fell down in front of me…his front stained red. I hit my knees, still holding onto the child. He looked up at me, his eyes already slightly over, his life-force spilling out onto the floor, staining my knees. He slowly groaned.

"Eye for an eye…"

A tear rolled down my cheek, and I tugged at my vest, it was supposed to stop death, but it only worked if you wore it.

"Why!?"

He slowly chuckled, sputtering up a small bit of blood, rolling down his face, being trapped by his beard.

"You never asked…"

"I'm asking now!"

He looked away for a moment, raising his hand into the air, looking at it….He contemplated for a moment, and then gave back another riddle, a riddle my mind needed no time to understand.

"Fathers should never have to bury their sons…"

"…Don't do this…"

He coughed again, spitting up more blood. He took in another labored breath; we both knew it was his last. His eyes locked with mine, and he tightly grabbed my hand.

"Who dares…..w-..wi---wins…."

The ocean tears flowed freely. I didn't resist. I slowly closed his eyes, and grabbed his bandanna. He looked so peaceful. So content. It wasn't fair…the man that understood life the most was the one taken away…

"WHY!?!?!"

My scream of injustice carried out, drawing more of them, the death dealers. Their footsteps drew near. I wanted to sit there, and join him, but I knew that wasn't what he wanted. I willed myself up, and I pumped my legs like pistons like I did before. Never stopping, never thinking. Always knowing that is final words would burn into my soul…

"Who dares, wins…"