Heart racing fists pulsing the grip left its scaled mark on the palms of another sinner.

Hand felt along the barrel of the rifle; still cold, virgin of this conflict. Click. Still loaded, still ready. Weapon raised to the shoulder, vision tunneled in the abysmal darkness. Let it go, the voice spoke. There is no redemption; just as there is no hero now. Pushing the voice away, stepping around the corner. Closing the useless eyes, hearing began to set in, along with the insanity. You will die here, and more than that. Something moved. Not seen, but felt it was there, lurking in the abyss. You will pay for what you have done. Tracking the pattern through the mind, the barrel traced its path, zoning in. You will see. This is how it has to be. Path stops, gun raises slightly. This; gun stops; is; finger tenses up: WHYYY!!!!!! Howl leaps from the corner, muzzle flash illuminates the room, and the eyes lock: man and beast slam to the ground. Knife pierces cavity of chest, cry pierces the room, thundering heard nearby. Another person hits the lights to see what has caused the cries. The sinner looks at the blood on the ground, and up at the eyes; the broken mirror returns the image back to the bloodless sinner.