03-06-2010, 06:54 PM
Alex fell to his knees, and coughed out some of his own blood. He looked up at Mike, wondering how many bullets he had left as thoughts of he and Silvia flashed through his money. "Have to kill you...Have you...make you pay," he groaned, though it was obvious he was fading fast. If Alex did not kill Mike soon, it would be too late. He would black out, and the bastard would be free to leave. Hunter watched, trying to stand, but the pain was almost too unbearable to even think. If Alex's failed, then he would have to do something...But the pain...the unholy pain.....
There is no such thing as a being of pure evil or pure good. We are all created with an equal chance of good or of evil.