Bip listened in the silence, his pounding heart nearly blocked out all sound. He had caught Paul's thoughts a little too late and he could now hear them as he climbed the stairs. Riley and David were at Darkwood and he could not escape his top floor apartment. He would have to face Paul. Bip knew he would probably loose, but really he had already won. Dakota was ten times stronger than he had ever been before, and with Julia by his side he was unstoppable. He had thrown Paul's plans out of wack, and the only thing Paul would gain out of killing him would be revenge. It was too late to do much else. Paul kicked the door open and Bip looked up from his couch, attempting not to look terrified. In fact, he smiled at his intruder. "Paul, what brings you here?" He felt a surge of electricity run through his body and found himself lying on the floor shaking in pain. "A simple hello would have been nice." Bip said and forced himself up. Paul jerked him up, slammed him against the wall, and threw him on the floor again. His eyes had gone as white as the lightning out side. He kicked Bip in the stomach. "Oh I see," Bip said coughing. "This is about what I did to Julia isn't it?" He threw a his own power surge into Paul's body knocking him to the ground, but only for a moment. Paul was up on his feet again sending ten times what Bip had hit him with back into his body. Fire filled his veins and he could not breath. There was no longer a question about it; he was going to loose. Bip threw one last punch at Paul's pride. "I'm surprised you're the one here, most of the time you get your lacky's to do your dirty work." Instead of sending more electric pain at Bip, this time he walked into the kitchen and pulled a butcher knife from the knife holder. His steps pounded on the floor as he neared his victim. Bip did not even fight as Paul grabbed his shirt and yanked him up a little. "This will be a lesson to all who get in my way." Bip felt the cold blade enter his stomach. He bit his lip until the blood ran trying with all his being not to let out a yell. He had given Paul the pleasure of killing him, but he would not give him the pleasure of hearing him suffer. Sweat matted his hair to his forehead and poured down his back. The muscles contracted around the knife. His breath came out in short gasps and the room began to fade. Paul yanked the knife out and thrust it in again. He would not have his revenge spoiled like this. Bip had not even reacted to the first blow. Paul cursed at Bip and pushed a little more, the hot blood covered his hand. Footsteps made them turn to the door but they never saw who entered for he dove on Paul pulling him off of Bip. For a moment the two fought on the floor, but Paul kicked his assailant off, turned into a hawk and flew out the window breaking the glass. The other figure straitened up and turned to Bip. David. He sighed and walked over to his friend. Bip finally let go and let out his anguish. David grabbed his hand but remained silent. "Well I guess I'll see ya later Dave." Bip said, his voice trembled and his grip tightened. "You don't have any heeling power in there do you?" David shook his head. "The one power I don't have." He sighed. Bip had done so much to help them, and now they could give him nothing in return. His daughter's words returned to his head; Why does everyone have to die? David felt the life slipping from his friend quickly, it was like someone letting the air out of a tire and not knowing where the plug had gone. The room grew dark around Bip and he shuddered. He did not fear death. In fact, he was ready. All the evil in the world drained him, he could not fight it any more. "David." His voice came out barley a whisper. "Yeah?" "Kick his butt." He said. Then, his grip loosened and his heart stopped. Paul had accomplished his purpose.