A flash.. followed by the crunch of bone.
“What do you Want!?” Said the Figure lying crumpled on the floor like a rag doll still speaking even with a snapped spine.
“You” Another flash… ash.
“You never cease to amaze me y´know.”
“…..” “You don´t have to be cool to me, I thought we were partners.”.
Nothing this guy is unnearving to say the least He´s always so distant….. after the kill.. a kill there are hundreads of them and to think this shit excists in the Far east as well…
The figure turned around cleaned the blood from his blade: “We should go.” “Ok let´s head back to the den”.

The Den was silent as usual…. I looked at Shuji “it´s good to be home isn´t it?” Shuji put one finger to his mouth, then tapped his temple and pointed to the Garage, I nodded. I drew my knives & he his sword, silently we crept towards the Garage. Taking care not to step on any bottles even though a Jack or Bean might be the thing I needed the most, I gripped the Bowies like they were the only thing that kept me alive, which they were, amazing how a couple of kids way back made this design and how now almost 200 years in the future they save my ass again and again.


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