It was almost the break of dusk. I was ready for the battle with a new gun, and my magazine count was now at 34, giving me 170 bullets. I felt good. Faelon was standing in front of a tree

  “You know my people are ready to take arms against those who have attacked us,” Faelon said.

  “I know, but I won’t just be killing these people; I will make an example of what happens when you dare attack your people, and I want to test out my new gun. I also don’t want any more of your people to get hurt. I know you were planning on taking a group, but like I said, I hate people bleeding their hands,” I said.

  “Good luck,“ Faelon said.

  It took about 2 hours to get to the encampment. The bandit encampment looked like two pillboxes on top of each other. From what I could see, there are about a dozen people, possibly more. I loaded my guns and got ready.

  “Wam bam Mon chat Splash g?t sur mon lit A bouffé sa langue en buvant dans mon whisky” from ?a plane pour moi by Plastic Bertrand.

  Bang.

  Bang.

  Two rounds fired, two corpses.

  A bell begins to ring, and I smile.

  Two men come bursting out of the door with long swords and in full armor. I fire one in the head and two in the chest for both.

  Both dropped.

  A ball of fire passed my head, and icicles started to fire at my legs. I returned fire, but I couldn’t get a clear shot off at the fuckers, and then I remembered that I had two grenades left. I lit one and threw it; the grenade landed inside, blowing up and sending little chunks of men flying.

  I entered the bunker and decided to holster my new Jericho and pull out my knife. One guy came at me with a short sword, getting a slash off. I shot the guy once in the leg and stabbed him through the neck.

  Two guys from both sides came at me, both with long swords and chest armor. I fired three times at the guy on the right and threw my knife at the guy on the left's head. It hit him, but he was able to stab me on the side.

  Okay, that should be ten; only two left.

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  I started to hear loud footsteps coming from the stairway. And one big fucker appeared. He was about 8 feet and 250 pounds of muscle. I pulled my second pistol out and started firing, but the guy tanked them off and started running right towards me and then he sent me through a concrete fucking wall. I'm coughing up a bit of blood. It's interesting that they have concrete in this world.

  The behemoth grabbed my leg and pulled me up to his face.

  “You should never have come here,” the beast howled

  “You should have just killed me.”

  I stuck both guns into his mouth and fired.

  I didn’t stop firing until both magazines were out of ammunition.

  I didn’t stop until he no longer had a top part of his head.

  I took a long swig from my flask and said,

  “That’s eleven.”

  I walked up the stairs and blew it open and saw a man hiding behind a desk.

  “You smell that? It's the smell of blood. I love the smell of blood in the morning. I once fought over a hundred men with two knives and another guy. It took 5 hours, but we killed them all… Blood smells like victory. Now where the fuck are they.“ I said.

  “Where who?” He said, pissing himself.

  “The people you took from the fucking elf,” I said

  “They’re downstairs,” he said.

  “Okay.”

  I started to walk closer to him.

  “Why are you coming closer? I told you where to go,” he said in a panic.

  “I heard what you told me…”

  “But I have to make an example out of someone so no one ever bothers those people.”

  “Why!”

  “Because I’m the Devil…

  “And I’m here to do the Devil's work,” I said into his ear.

  I found a crowbar near this man’s desk and bashed it down on his hands, and then I broke the guy's feet. Then I put the guy in a chair and tied his arms and legs down.

  I started slowly ripping off his fingernails and cutting off his left hand.

  I then cut his left foot off. And I told him over his horrific yells,

  “If you or anyone ever dares to attack that tribe again, I will personally come back and take your right side and their left side. Now you tell everyone in your world that the Devil will come for them if they prey on the weak and take part in any form of slavery.” I said.

  “Okay, okay, I’ll do whatever you want,” he yelled.

  “Good,” I said. The voices of the damned were screaming into my ears, and their icy army was trying to drag me down with them. Just another step closer to hell…

  I took a set of keys that were on top of his desk and left the room.

  I was covered in blood and sickened by the event that I just took part in.

  When this is all over, my last bullet may have to be for me…

  I popped a cig out and lit it while I was walking to the basement, and I unlocked the door.

  The basement smelled of piss and shit. Well, it was like any other raid I've done before, seeing things no one should and people who have gone through things no one should ever have to. I unlocked the doors. The people were afraid, but eventually they realized that I was there to help.

  By the time I made it back, the sun was creeping up, and night was disappearing. I close up my wound on the walk back with my lighter and a lot of drinking from my flask. In the end, the people were saved. I tortured a man and killed 11 people.

  “Has the memory gone? Are you feelin' numb? And have I become invisible?” Duran Duran—Invisible

  As always, it was a bittersweet experience seeing the smiling face at the family reunion and weeping with joy.

  Everybody's guilty of something if you look long enough.

  But it wouldn’t take anyone more than a damn second to realize I was guilty of everything.

  And there, the man loses more and more pieces of himself…