I can feel her warm breath tickle my neck. “Kill me.” She whispers.My mind goes blank at her words, and I start pressing down onto her neck, cutti...g off any oxygen. The Priests start banging their staffs onto the rocky floor, making a cacophony of sounds. They get what they want., and I can sense their happiness. ‘Damn them, damn all of them...and…’I’m looking down at Mayu and I see her smile slightly, but it barely registers. My mind doesn’t see it. I see when we were kids.“Mio! Wait up! Don’t. I was born in the US into a conservative Indian family. By the time I turned 18 in August of 2004, I had not yet had any sort of sexual experiences. I did find that quite a few girls had taken a liking to me, especially Indian girls, but the fear of getting kicked out of my house pretty much forced me to focus on school and keep away. I wasn't allowed to go to my high school prom, wasn't allowed to go to the mall, no sleepovers. Essentially, it was a pretty boring c***dhood and high school. I could only afford fresh paint and simple maintenance. The fabric of the cottage was sound enough, all of its grey roof slates were there and rust-coloured with lichen. White-washing the cottage exterior and painting the windows was a thankless task in the oppressive July heat. What it took in effort, it gave back by tanning my body to a healthy biscuit glow.This was how I first met Anne-Pierre. I remembered that first encounter with vivid clarity and played it back in my mind many times. I. ..He was going to die anyway. Maybe he could buy Emmeline enough time to get away.... Bishop was a hero, wasn't he?Alex's face hardened. Maybe if he had to die, he could take a piece of this fucker with him.Alex extended the machete in front of him; the bloody blade gleamed in the halogen light.Maybe he wasn't Bishop.Alex Hayden stared into the beast's pitch-black orbs, seeing in them the end of all things. He pointed the tip of the machete at the beast's chest, stood up as tall and broad as he.