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Killian swung the machete and smashed it in the skull of his best friend, his oldest and best friend. A high-pitched clang gripped the room and ripped through his arm as metal met metal and Thomas fell lifelessly to the side. The machete stuck, as did the dagger that had been rammed into his jaw from below. The dagger he used to attack Sam earlier.

Killian didn't even notice, pulled Sam's body towards him and looked for the puncture wounds. One was in her back just missing her spine, the other was in her side and while the one in her back was bleeding like a sac had been cut, he stuck two of her fingers into the wound on her side to stop the bleeding.

She wasn't conscious, but he felt her weak pulse as he pressed his hand to her neck. He felt nothing, worked like a remote, but almost freaked out when Sebastian pushed him aside and laid Sam flat on the floor to examine her wounds.

He didn't want to let go of Sam, wanted to stay with her and like in a shitty short film, he watched his whole shitty life rush past him. As if it were him dying. And so he did, he himself was near death. He himself lay there with his pulse getting weaker and weaker.

He would kill himself.

Killian knew. If her heart stopped beating, he would kill himself. He tasted a single tear running down his face, was paralyzed as he watched Sebastian yell at his men. They handed him something like a tube and with a sound like squeezing cream out of a spray can, Sebastian pushed something into Sam's wounds.

First in front, then in back, and he just sat there, watching his sister's golden skin grow pale, and contemplating just laying down next to Sam and dying. There was no life without her.

He had only been a zombie, before she was born, and would stagger like a zombie just short of the next opportunity to kill himself. Empty inside.

"Kilian! Killian! Shit man, pull yourself together!" An uppercut hit his jaw and he tasted blood in his mouth, but he didn't feel the pain as he watched Sebastian roll Sam back onto his back and yell more instructions. Another man came, shoved a needle into her arm and stood by her eerily still body as a clear liquid slid into her body.

Then Sebastian was right in front of him and he received a powerful kick directly to his legs. Pain shot through him, tearing him out of the darkness and he saw more than just his dying sister.

"Shit man! She has to go to the hospital or she'll die and if we don't fight our way straight away she won't get there in time boy!"

Killian blinked, anger rising in his heart, gnawing at his brain and this time letting it take hold of him. He got up, pulled his machete out of Thomas' head, kicked his corpse again and then grabbed his foot and dragged it behind him. Sebastian grinned, Killian saw the man smile for the first time as he followed him. Closely followed by Dominik, whose eyes were completely red rimmed as if he had been crying hard. What a wimp. Sam isn't dead, but for all he held sacred, Victoria would be the same.

"What are you going to do with the body?" Dom asked without emotion in his voice. It was he who had shouted Sam's name, letting him and Sebastian know that Thomas was true.

That Thomas had actually been a traitor and wanted to hurt Sam. From that moment Killian didn't know much anymore, he saw the blood on the railing of the other lounge balcony and ran like a devil.

Now Thomas was dead and he was dragging his fucking corpse behind him like a wet sack. He didn't stop, even as he slid down the stairs and with a snarling sound part of Thomas' skull came to rest on some step. He deserved it. That and so much more.

"Open the door!" he yelled at the man at the front door, and he immediately obeyed, even if it wasn't one of his people. Then he stepped outside, dragging Thomas with him until he found himself on the eerily quiet street It was deserted but Killian knew Victoria would hear.

"HERE'S HIM AGAIN YOU DAMN BITCH! HE HAS FULFILLED HIS MISSION! I SWEAR ON ALL I LEFT I WILL DO THE SAME TO YOU THAT I WILL DO TO HIM! I'LL KILL YOU, VIKTORIA!" he yelled, his lungs almost exploding, then he slashed his machete at Thomas's already dead body without stopping. Completely beside himself with anger, a heavy metal door of an outbuilding somewhere slid open and shut A team of heavily armed men came towards him, closely followed by a broadly grinning Viktoria.

She was wearing heels again, with rolled up oil paint stained jeans and a tight tank top that barely covered an inch of her well built body and none of her bad character. She took one look at Thomas' corpse and her eyes shone from within in a way that could only be described as beautiful. If the reason for this beauty didn't spring from infinite cruelty, surely there would have once been an idiot who could have fallen head over heels in love with her. But she was a psychopath just like her father.

"Hello darling, look: I'm really good at walking in heels, aren't I?" she asked with a wicked grin on her face.