I was kicked to the ground as Erol stomped on my back legs, I sounded out a uncomfortable grunt. "When will you stop being a puppet under the Baron's strings, Erol?"

He laughed at my feeble attempt, "Are you trying to convince me into joining your pesky, little rebellion? Ha! You really are as stupid as they say you are." He shoved my head with his pistol when he insulted me.

I tried again for a different reason, instead of stalling time. "Erol, you and I both know the Baron is a corrupted son of a -"

*ZZZZZZT!*

"URAGH!" I fell to the ground like a corpse of a dead Metal Head, I just hope I didn't need to know how it feels like to disintegrate by the Dark Eco residing inside of us. "Ugh!" He brought down his right foot, crushing my abdomen.

"YOU WILL NOT SPEAK OF THE BARON IN SUCH A HATEFUL TONE!" He raged, stomping me over and over, everyone around me was hesitant, they wanted to kill the guards and apprehend this bastard on top of me.

One stood up dauntlessly, "Get your foot off of our Commander!" He shouted, several others started to join in on it!

"Silence you idiots! You'll only get yourselves killed!" I desperately warned...

"Should we need to remind them of their place?" He looked over to me on the ground with a heartless smirk.

My eyes widened, I tried to grab my Snipertron! "No! You wouldn't!" He stepped on my hand, "Argh!"

I heard a fleet of rifles getting ready!

I look around and saw my men - Torn's men, scrambling around and finally just stood there at the same wall... I gritted my teeth, and braced myself for the worst...

"On my command!"

"NO!" I yelled. "ST -"

*BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!*

I squirmed even more, all those soldiers were killed mercilessly, "What have you done?!?" I screamed. "WHAT KIND OF FORCE IS THIS?! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT NOT ELIMINATE YOUR OWN PEOPLE!" I struggled and struggled, even more of his KG's held me in place, it was no use...

At that moment, I gazed into Death's eyes one time, it was horrible. The unloaded Eco Bullets made their already-bruised bodies jerk, turn, twitch, and turn inside out. Then suddenly, directly in front of my view... I saw, perfectly, one of my men's eyes, they were streaked with blood.

The instant that man stopped squirming, his body caved in and it was awfully ugly, he changed into something terrified, hurt, and suffering into - nothing. He was dead. His eyes seemed to be locked onto mine at that moment when life had left him; I wasn't watching a man then, I was looking at Death, who was looking back at me...

When watching the whole thing, when watching Death take that man's life away from him, it made my stomach weak, my skin tingle, and my heartbeats pound harder against my bones.

It made me feel sick.

Death.

This...was the closest I've ever been to it, I could feel what it was like - nothing. When you die, life just, disappears. That day when Death stared at me through bloody eyes, it terrified me...

"What I have done," He ordered his troops to lift me up, so we're now face to face with each other... "Is eliminated a threat to our city, these people here, are just dogs looking for something to chase around and chew at."

I was brimming with fury, but as soon as I was about to give in to the anger; the voices and whispers began erupting in my mind, telling me to kill... I held my breath for a moment, holding my anger at bay...

I saw all of them slumped against the wall, their bloodied carcasses were filled with bullet holes, the metal was splattered with some of my men's blood... Their eyes were still kept open as the red dripped down from both the soldiers and the wall... It was smudged with gruesome, crimson stains... I couldn't watch... I almost hurled at the sight of it...

"They could have been like dogs..." I uttered out lowly. "But that doesn't mean that they should be shot like dogs!" I shouted, the voices in my head becoming louder...

"Hahaha. You're right..."

I became perplexed. Before I could ask the obvious question...

"They should be kept here and rot for all I care, it would have been better if I did!"

I tried to lunge for it, but they pulled be back hard, "YOU DESPICABLE BEAST!"

"Beast you say? If I'm a beast, what makes that Eco Freak then, huh. An abomination?" He pulled out his Communicator, "Oh, how perfect..." My ears perked up. "Looks like she should be here any minute now. You aren't going to be alone in here after all, lucky you."

Fear rose within the pits of my stomach, "HEY! LET GO OF ME!" I froze and my body became stiff. "AGH!!!" I fought against the KG's holding me again, knowing who that voice belonged to...

*THUD!*

I gasped, even if I had a bad feeling who that was. "Moria!" They punched her and kicked her until she was at her knees, "GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER!"

*BAM!*

"URAGH!" I fell to the metal floor again, on my knees, my midsection protesting in pain. The KG still held me, they pulled me up.

Then, the heavy, rapid and short breathing starts next to me...

I looked over, realizing that it was too late, that Moria was turning...

"M-Moria... Don't..." I coughed out with my fragile voice.

"Emotions, how pathetic. All we have to do to get these Eco Freaks here, is to play with their feelings?" He leered at me in disgust. "Of course, their 'friends'..."

*BAM!*

"AGHHHH!"

The guards released me and let me drop to the frigid ground, I have a electrical, burnt scar at my side as my shirt lifted up a bit. Purple bruises scattered all over my body, making it hurt.

"DON'T..." They looked over. "HURT..." They all stepped back. "MY..." I watched in horror. "FRIEND! RAGH!!!!"

The troopers prepared to shoot, Erol glanced at me with a triumphant grin, I glanced back with hate, I felt like it was burning within me. "Keep that abomination away from me, and kill it!" He ordered.

He sent his units just to basically suicide, he grabbed me and slung me over his shoulder as I groaned in pain. "You like hurting people, huh?" Her voice was disguised by another, more malicious voice...

I only heard whimpering and complete silence from the others, my head and eyes shifted, focusing over and beyond them, but even with my out-of-focus view saw something horrible. Most of them didn't move at all, just lay face down in a puddle of blood. It looked like they've been shot in the face, really shot. I thought they were already dead. The others seemed even bloodier than their friends did; their mask was ripped off, their eyes were bloodshot and gouged out, and their faces were ripped to shreds in a bloody mess. I grimaced at the sight...

The worst sight of it all was Moria.

She looked like a machine, pounding away at the guys still standing, and stomping the unconscious man who was standing, turning away from her only long enough to be kicked onto the ground. I'd never seen such an expression on her face before: the veins on her neck looked as if it was ready to pop; her fists, already dirty, were covered in the glistening, red-purple liquid. She looked like a monster, barely recognizable.

In a few seconds, she growled. "You like hurting others, don't you?" She muttered, so low and cold that it...scared even me.

By the time he ran out with me on him, Moria was already done playing with the corpses as they dissipated in purple sparks. At the last instant, I saw her black eyes...

In those lifeless eyes...

I'm just another prey...

I heard the heavy thumping of the footsteps hitting against the piercing, metallic floors of the Prison, her claws being scrapped on the surfaces of the walls, and her aggressive breathing as she inched closer and closer to us.

"RAGHHHH!"

The earsplitting sounds of metal screeching near me made me flinch, Erol threw me at her, I knew what his intentions was in his passionless mind...

I ran to the side of the corner in the hallways, "M-Moria.... It's me!"

"GROAGH!!!"

I slid down from the wall, looked up in fear, she wasn't the Moria I know... My breath stopped in midway... 'What are you doing Trin?! MOVE!' I vaulted to the right, her claws a mere centimeter away from striking my neck! 'Run! RUN! RUN! Trin, you can't bring her back.... NO! THERE'S GOT TO BE A WAY!' I screamed in my thoughts with desperation, I didn't know what to do...

I went back to the Labs, Moria's howls and shrieks of terror stoke fear in me, if I didn't have fear inside of me already. I grabbed the guns, and used the Stradivarius. Sweat crawled out of my skin, my heart fluttered around, painfully hitting my rib cage.

I just kept on sprinting, eventually running out of the Prison, the sky was dark and cloudy...

My head hurts, my legs burned, my squads and the hostages are all killed, and my friend is far from saving...

I couldn't run any further, so I just dropped to my knees... She was breathing like a ferocious animal, how dare I call her an animal or monster?... "Moria... Please... S-stop this..." I begged as she stepped closer. My voice was like a stick breaking, I couldn't stop my tone from sounding so pathetic. I was at my weakest, I was broken...

"Ugh..." She breathed out painfully.

A little flicker of hope has ignited into a raging flame in me, "Moria?..."

"RAGH!"

I felt my airway was cut off, my neck hurts so bad, I was probably going to get bruises.. "M....o...r...i...a....." I sounded frailly.

*BANG!*

"URAGHHHHH!!!" I was hurtled into a concrete wall, my eyes widened as her blood was splashed onto my frigid mask, my head felt fuzzy... I blinked, and I saw two duplicates of both figures. I blinked again, they were gone, and I was met with darkness...

. . .

"URAGHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

My eyelids were ripped wide open, I din't know where I was for a moment, then I remembered! My unfocused eyes wandered for the sound, the blurry silhouettes were close by, one was on the ground... And I recognized him...

'TORN!'

He was struggling under Dark Moria's firm grip, her sharp, bloodied nails ready to swipe! I looked around and saw the gun....her weapon... My brain was in scrambles, I didn't know what to do, I panicked, then forced myself to drag my body across the dirt; reaching for the Eco Rifle. Torn moved his head as she slashed, almost getting his head clawed!

'You have to do this... If Torn dies...' I grabbed the Stradivarius, its stock and barrel immersed with the mud. I aimed at the two, my hands shuddering...

'You must do this!' I yelled at myself...

'DON'T HOLD BACK!!' My finger grazing the trigger...

"I-I CAN'T!"

*BANG!*

"AGH!" The bullet nicked her, I... missed... She turned with a threatening, sadistic leer...

"Shoot.... Trinity... Shoot!..." Torn coughed.

I was frozen.

How stupid I was to believe that she is still in there...

How stupid I am to keep believing...

She lunged at me! "ROOOOAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!"

But I had to pull the trigger.

. . .

*BANG!*

"I couldn't stand what I had done..." I clench the thin sheets, 'because I know one thing for sure: if these terrible things happened to Moria...' "It is all my fault..." I sounded my last part of my thought aloud. I look at my hands gripping the sheets, my knuckles turning white. "Tess..."

She turned to me with sympathy written all over her face - everyone's face. Torn being the most hurt right now, he probably thought it was his fault...

"Her Stradivarius..."

She handed it to me, such a precious thing...

This is the gun that reminds me of all our happiest moments together...

And... this was the very gun, in my hands right now, that also ended her life...

I stoke her gun with such tenderness, I slide my hand over Moria's weapon, as gently and as soft as breathing... I look at it and feel it with so much emotions that I think my heart will shatter...