DETECTIVE OF LONDON: A KILLER WITHOUT A SOUL

Chapter Seven

You open your eyes to see Smith staring down towards you. His face filled with sweat, but with a gracious look of relief. He puts something in the pocket of his pants and then turns back to you. "Do I dare say you need help to get up!" He hands you his right hand for your assistance, and you glady take it to pull yourself up. Once you put yourself together, you begin to have pain everywhere. From your knee to your neck, you see blood stains everywhere on your coat. You feel a pain in your head and a sudden grasping one on your chest. You look down to your left side to see blood dripping a little bit on your coat. It's a minor, but still there in your mind. You look at Smith, and his face tells it all.
"What happened while I was gone?"

Hours ago (Smith's Point of View)
You pull back the trigger of your favorite gun, and it fires instantly upon the one you so desire to kill. A pale man dressed in the clothing of a peasant charges at you, and it is swiftly put down onto the pale grass. The man's head is split open with a bullet hole, and a pale, blackish blood leaks from the hole and onto the ground. The man is limp and makes no other movements afterward.
You look back towards the officers. They charge against the pale men with all their force, toppling them over one by one. They used wooden batons to beat the light out of them, pistols, and revolvers to fire at them with tremendous force, making the ranks of the terrible looking men fall back and fists covered in pale blood from the men who walk back on the earth. You look around. You have not been in a battle such as this since your service in the First Boer War, and that was yet still a little less violent, even though the officers were not really trained in the art of warfare.
"Sir, we need support. The left flank is being assaulted by the pale men, and it could collapse entirely if the other flanks support us in our aid." A man with a brown mustache says this to you in a way that is similar to the lieutenants of a group asking the head general of a battalion for assistance. You answer, "Tell Ducan to bring up the left flank." And with that, he heads off into the cold night filled with mist and screams to deliver an urgent message to what seems to be of no use.
You cock your pistol and fire again. You have killed many of the pale men, but their numbers could overwhelm the other officers if they can break through the lines by some form of weak point. You look around you. Men scream in agony as their skin and flesh are bitten right off their bone, graves collapse under the weight of fallen men from either side, and pale men growl in anger and pain, while many more fall back into the dust from whence they came. You then hear a familiar voice. You look up from the pale man you just slain and see on top of a hill, your friend, and the dark figure.
You could not tell if his words were good or bad, but you knew for sure that whatever he was
doing, he was doing under some dark force that controls his very mind and mouth. You look at his face. Though far away, you can spot his features, and they are in a state of either sorrow or of persuasion. You then look down in disappointment, and once you do such a thing, a tear forms in your eyes and then runs down your face onto the grassy ground.
You then look at your right side as a pale man charges at you, but suddenly, a man jumps from the back of you and fires his shot at the man. The pale man soon goes onto its knees, and with a final growl, it falls to the ground. You turn to see that it was Ducan. His coat was covered in blood, and his face brutally slashed here and there. "Smith, you need to help your friend!" His words were sudden, but you respond. "And why should I help him. He has fallen into a net that could have easily been avoided, and yet he fell in it without a second thought!"
"Yes, he has fallen into a trap, but many of us have done it. From stealing to fraud and even lying and cheating, we have all done something terrible, but that is human nature, and we must learn to overcome those mistakes! You just need to help your friend overcome his!" His face was of a serious look, and you thought about it. How he had told you to get a better life, whether you like it or not, and how he had left you out of events that was for your celebration for saving London. But, he has been your greatest friend, and even though he has some problems, overall, he needs not fall into this trap without your help in pulling him up.
You turn towards his direction, and with all your strength, and charge through the pale men. They fight back, pushing officers down onto graves, and they try their best to kill you. But, they, of course, can not, so they each fall lifeless onto the pale ground when you charge aganist them. You make it through, but are too late as you see your friend's body fall down onto the ground. You rush towards him, but as soon as you try to, a dark mist explodes from him, and everything goes dark.