The three of us stare in shock. Our two fighters, survivors to the end, just ripped apart like they were nothing. Nikolai pulled Ismira away from the carnage. I walk out behind them closing the door with a final *click* we walk to the kitchen table and sit down, not saying a word. We just sit there and try to breathe normally, try to process what just happened. We all knew patrick, knew he was a good guy.. we just lost a good friend. Nikolai slams his hands on the table as he stands up, eyes blazing, at me. "I can't take it anymore! Morian, i tried to explain this to myself numerous times, but i cant wrap my head around anything esle besides they are dead and somehow it's your fault! You need to go before we are killed as well."
"Nick! Why would you say such a thing! Of course it's not Morians fault! You need..." I cut Ismira off
"Actually, i think it is my fault...." I trail off deep in thought. They both stare at me, Ismira confused and Nikolai still blazing. "Ismira, when you touched the slits on my back i had what i think is a flashback."
"What slits?" Nikolai asks, but is ignored.
"Huh?" Ismira looks really confused. I tell them what i saw in the flashback. Nickolai blazes back into anger. "So thats why! It IS your fault! Get out before i make you!" Ismira stays silent this time, looking at me with a mixture of regret and fear. I nod and stand up. "Let me take some weapons and clothes and i'll be on my way." Nikolai calms down a bit, and nods once. I walk upstairs and start gathering clothes, Ismira walks in with a hunting rifle and a glock, police issue. "Matt was part of the force, heres a couple of his guns and ammo." I nod my thanks and take the weapons, after I tuck the glock in the back of my pants and shoulder the rifle, Ismira hugs me and whispers, "i'm sorry it went this way, hopefully we will see each other again." I hold her tight, not wanting to let go. Finally she pulls away, tears running freely down her face. "Don't cry" I say, wiping tears, "you'll make me cry, and no one wants that.. I get all snotty when I do." I crack a smile and she laughs. I walk down the stairs with her behind me, Nikolai is standing at the door, looking regretful but stead fast. He hands me an ax and grips my shoulder and looks me in the eye. I see he is only doing this for Ismira. I nod my head, smile, and offer my hand. He takes it with a flash of relief passing through his eyes. I give a firm shake, turn for one final hug from Ismira, and take my leave.
As I reach the end of the walk, once again, the somewhat peaceful atmosphere is shattered, by Ismira's scream
