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The world was crashing down.

It was about 3am and all Fox could hear was explosions. At first he thought it was another nightmare from the war, but he quickly realized he wasn't dreaming.

He heard Terri scream.

The whole building was shaking. Things were falling off shelves and the ceiling looking about ready to collapse. He sprung out of bed and ran out into the hallway. Terri was there, huddled in a doorway screaming. A shard of glass was lodged in her foot, so deep some of it poked out the other side.

"Terri, Terri please!"

She kept screaming. He could see that she wasn't seeing the present, she was reliving the past. This wasn't the first time this building was bombed, and to be honest it probably wouldn't be the last.

"Terri, please!"

"She's coming for you! She's coming for you! She's going to take you away! She's going to kill you!"

Fox sucked in breath and picked Terri up, despite her screaming protests, and ran with her downstairs. Once he reached the lobby he saw that he had made a terrible mistake.

Three men were there, each heavily armed, and one was a fire elemental.

"Put the girl down and walk forward Mr. Fox." One said in a low voice.

Hesitantly Fox placed Terri and the ground, but she clung to his arms, screaming like the world was ending. For her it might just be.

"Turn around."

Fox obeyed. He prayed that someone had gotten word of this, that Noemi was rushing over at this very moment and was going to beat the absolute crap out of these men.

He heard the click of a gun's safety.

"Stay right where you are, or else we'll shoot the girl instead."

"Why are you doing this?"

"You've got some blood on your hands Mr. Fox. I guess karma's just coming back to you."

The building rumbled. Another man spoke quickly, "Hurry the Hell up, I don't want to die with him."

A gunshot rang out, but Fox was not dead.

He turned and saw Noemi clawing through one of the men, and a moment later he saw Terri on the ground, a bullet straight through her eye.

"No, please, no."


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