• Darren examined the remains of the shattered building. He was an average teenager, good in sports, hated geometry and had shaggy black hair, and sea green eyes. He stared at his best friend for a brief moment, then demanded an explanation “Benjamin, I thought I told you to-“
    The young man standing to Darren's right interrupted. “Yeah, I know you told me to make it look like an accident, but dude, I got the job done.” Ben said slyly, also faintly too loud. Ben’s red, straight hair brushed the edge of his eyeball, and after pushing it out of the way his chestnut colored eyes mesmerized the few survivors surrounding them.
    “What did you say?” Aaron curiously and suspiciously asked. “I’ve been the leader and always assigned to force three for twenty years, that’s more than some people live now a days, but never have I had evil-doers like you two assigned to me! I don’t care what happens I will kill you for what you did to my brother!” For the first time since the opening of his teaching career when he was still impatient, Aaron was enraged at teens everywhere.
    After hearing what his teacher had just said, Darren became curious, and not a shred of fear could be found in him unless you searched deep down inside, for he had quickly hid it. “I’m listening, if there’s anything else you’d like to say before you go on a wild goose chase of three feet and then die.” Darren purposed a threat he knew he wouldn’t bet his life on. His teacher may be old but the geezer had plenty of life left in him.
    Ben on the other hand wasn’t one to hold back his emotions, especially not fear for he quickly spun around on the ball of his foot and ran the opposite direction, away from Aaron. “See you, Darren!” The boy ran as fast as his legs could carry him, but he only got half way across the crime scene.
    “Yeah, I’ll see you in a body bag.” Ben heard the statement and stopped briefly. Darren pulled a short sword out of Ben's back and cleaned it off with his victim’s shirt. After catching Ben's arm he had plunged the sword in his back, killing him almost instantly. Darren strolled back towards Aaron, stepping on the blown up pieces of the concrete building and the shattered blood. Seeing his teacher’s surprised and confused expression he quickly explained “Ben was becoming…a bit of a hassle to deal with.”
    “He fulfilled your every command, and you kill him? You monster! My brother was in that building and you killed him!” Tears rolled down Aaron’s cheeks as he leaned against Darren's chest and pounded it with his fists, knowing it was useless, but in too much despair to even care.“ Just kill us quickly, please; I know you’re going to kill us all eventually.” He felt the warm tears moisten the blue t-shirt, making his cheeks even more uncomfortably wet.
    Aaron gasped for breath as he felt the tip of the blade puncture his lung. The sword slowly made its way farther and farther into the struggling organ. In one quick move Darren plunged the weapon completely through so that you could see it on the backside of Ben. After seeing the sight of Trok murder two people and not feel guilty about either death, a mob slowly rose to its feet. The survivors were all thinking the same thing but only one person had the courage to do it. An old woman felt her arms wobble as she raised a pipe above her head. With one swing it was over.