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James crawled painfully through the dense undergrowth. Deep gashes covered his body. Had he not lost his hearing he might have heard Will die, but the explosion had seen to that. He had been just out of harms way when the hospital exploded. They had been travelling there for shelter and supplies. He recalled it now. An orange mushroom shaped blast had come from the bowels of the building, followed by a mighty roar. His ears couldn't cope with the trauma and shut down, so to speak. He was stone deaf. Had he not been, he might have heard Kiriyama following him. Heard his soft footfall has he stalked him. Heard the sword whistling through the cold air. He faltered mid crawl. It felt as if a baseball bat had slugged his left leg. Then an intense burning sensation. Then the feeling that he was spilling out on the grass. He felt his energy leave him. Black clawed at the corners of his sight. He felt a pain in his chest, looked down, saw blood staining the ground. He tried to turn to face his attacker. He couldn't. He was impaled. He was dieing. He was going to die. He was never going to see his home again. He screamed.
Finley stopped. Someone was screaming. Someone was dieing. Maybe he could help them along. He gripped his Ingram and checked it was loaded. The dull clack resounded through the building. He opened the door and stepped into the night. The body of Raymond lay a few feet away. The slender rifle lay in his arms. Finley stooped and pried it from his fingers. He felt the brittle fingers break and snap as he fought the rigor mortis. He looked at his own foot. He felt no pain. He would never feel pain again. He was devoid of emotions. Of pain. Of anger. Of hate. Of love. Ah love, to feel love again. Maybe he would one day. If he survived. He set off at a quiet run toward the sound of the screams. He was going to kill again. Perhaps he would allow himself to feel something. His brain released some happy endorphins at the thought of killing. His lips curled into a twisted smile.
Tom heard the scream. It was almost inhuman. Someone must be in terrible pain. Kiriyama was behind this. He had to be. Kiriyama was the hunter, the death in the night, the murderous shadow that stalks the living. He was not human, nor had he ever been human. He was something else. Some dark spirit manifesting itself into a human body. Twisting it's once innocent soul. Or had he never been innocent? Had he been born evil? Was it possible to be born evil? He crouched down low to the ground and made his way into a clearing. The sight before his eyes took his breath away.
Finley took careful aim. He had the bow gun held in his grip. It's slender barrel was pointing towards the thing standing over the body of James. He fired.
Kiriyama stooped to drink the blood of his victim. He raised his head to see a long silver object hurtle towards him. He tried to sidestep it but was not fast enough. The arrow tore through his shoulder, tearing the tendons and breaking the bones. He fell to the ground, momentarily stunned. It was then that Finley burst into the clearing, bringing his Ingram to bear. Firing wildly he shattered Kiriyama's left kneecap. Kiriyama saw that this was an adversary he could not hope to beta, injured and unprepared. He gripped the sword inside James and tugged it free. Finley was loading another clip. With lightning speed he heaved the blade at him. It span through the air in a graceful arc before impacting in Finley's right temple. His skull split, his brains fell from the gaping hole the sword had torn in his head. He crashed to the ground, motionless.
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Tom tore up to Kiriyama. He raised his shotgun and fired point blank into his wounded arm. Kiriyama spun away, his arm barely staying attached to his body. He fell next to the fallen Ingram. He grasped its handle and raised it towards Tom. Tom saw the motion and threw himself sideways. The bullets screamed over his head and thudded into Adam. He had been following Tom but couldn't duck in time. He fell to the ground, his good eye torn away. He was alive, just. Tom turned and crawled to his body. Kiriyama saw his chance and ran into the darkness.
'Adam!' Tom yelled at the prone body. Weak and stuttering gasps came from it. He was truly blind now and destined to die.
'T-Tom. Do it. Kill me. There's n-no h-hope for me now.' he let out a long laugh. Tom reached for his Shotgun. He looked at his once sane friend. He saw the look in his eyes. He seemed to regain his mind long enough to give Tom a look that let him know that he was forgiven. He pushed his Shotgun into the forehead of his friend and fired. He wiped the blood from his face and wept.
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