Angelinas's POV

I was so glad the elves followed me instead of Bridgette. They were being heroes, delaying Damon from whatever he was up to do to get the chain- even killing Sebastian.

They were small and cruel, those elves. One of them climbed up to his face and shoved a greasy finger inside his eye. Damon roared and stepped back, pulling the elf from him, but soon a female elf, wearing lace between the long ears and little flowers in the midst of her beard, went to behind his legs and pushed his knees. Damon fell with a loud bang.

"Nhéééé!" They screamed happily.

"Oh, yeah! Kick him, Jorge!" Sebastian laughed. I couldn't help but smile. Really wished Jorge was there.

The female elf heard Sebastian's commentary and looked at us from upon Damon's belly. She did something with her hairy brows, which looked like a frown, and started making her way toward us, screaming nhé.

I screamed desperately. "No! Not us! That way!" I put Sebastian in front of me while he held me from the front because we were both going backwards the fastest as possible.

"Oh shit, we are elves lovers!" He exclaimed.

The elf continued to jump like a freak, we continued to step on each others feet, and the snow continued to make the floor more slippery than it already was- until we heard a gunshot.

      It went out so loud and so threatening our hearts all skipped a bump. The elf's big lace shivered and she turned around. I peeked behind Sebastian's shoulder.

Damon had killed an elf. The fat little guy dressed in pajamas... that were now becoming red.

      "You, dirty creatures." Damon spat at them. "I will show who is boss here..."

      He got to his feet, and took both of his gloves off. The elves stared. I saw our female composing her posture, clenching her fists tight. The other elves did the same. And I knew what would happen if they attacked Damon's bare skin.

      "No!" I yelled, but it was too late. The lot of them jumped at the same time, with stretched nails and furious beards. Damon smiled, and it was the most evil smile I'd ever seen.

      Sebastian held me in place while I screamed. Every little piece of elf was burned in front of us- from Jerry's finger to Lili's colored laces- their burned skin hit against the ice that was the ground, they squinted and cried and fell over each other. Damon kicked one by one, touching and squeezing as much faces he could squeeze with one hand, and then with the other.

      "No! Monster!!!"

      "Angelina!!!!"

      "Let me go, Sebastian! Let me punch him! Let me bury him alive!!"

     "He killed them already, they are already dead! and if you go there- Lord!- you will be dead too!"

     My vision went blurry. The thing that looked like Damon threw the last elf to the floor- and looked at us, stretching his neck from one side to the other.

      "Your turn." He said.

      And I heard the sigh of a gun being loaded for the second time that day. Everything seemed to be coming back into focus little by little, lasting an eternity, and at a certain moment I could  see the hate in Damon's brown eyes. I could see how much value they had, how many lives they could take, how powerful and mad they could be.

      Suddenly, someone shouted Damon's name from the distance. I recognized it as Oliver's voice, and when I turned to see, he was standing upon a fallen tree. The background behind him was all white, turning his feature into some kind of a gorgeous black shape. He looked down at Damon. And there, alive and shinning between his fingers, was Gene's chain.

      "I think I have what you want." He said, raising it onto the air above him. "So drop the gun."

       Damon's eyebrows went up. He evaluated Oliver up and down.

"Drop it." Oliver repeated.

"And then what?! Will you give me the chain?" He choked. That was when the something I had already thought days before came back. People keep implying that to murder Gene the chain was required. Why in the world two men like Vince and Damon needed that to kill a kid? Is Gene immortal? If so, how come that blade, thin as nothing,
would cause any damage?

Oliver tossed the thing by Damon's feet.

Damon breathed something like "Mamma mia", squatting rapidly to get the chain, forgetting the Angelina and Sebastian he was about to shoot. I looked up at Oliver. There were fine rays of sun passing through the foggy air- they were all around him, illuminating his hair, shoulders, and his eyes. They had stolen the color from light. 

"Why are you doing this, Snowfields?" Damon raised his gaze from the chain. "I thought you were in Oxygen's side."

"And I am. But will not let you murder more than an innocent person a day. Specially these two."

"You are a joke, Snowfields. Just like your brother, and your little leader who is about to meet hell."

      And the gun that looked like a toy was already between Oliver's grip. "My leader honestly feel nothing against killing you right now." He pulled the safety trigger slowly. "Anyway, I am my own leader."

And that's when everything changed. Maybe because I hadn't realized that everyone I met inside Oxygen were Arians too, maybe because I thought that was the end of Damon and the war, or maybe because I simply wasn't expecting that. The point is that Oliver suddenly had to tight his grip around the gun; and Damon's jaw went to the floor.

Bridgette's loud scream had echoed through the valley. She had surged between them, out of thin air, as if her body was part of the landscape,  her clothes snow and her hair wind. And right alongside her body, hugging her waist tight, was little Doctor Gene.

Oliver locked the gun again with a breath. The sound of it was the only thing we heard. If fired, it would have gone straight to them, not to Damon. They were there, probably for a while now and, invisible, they were almost passing across us, to the exit's direction. But now it was all gone. Damon's pen dropped, and when it dropped, he smiled. And opened the gun, the top part of it; and put the chain inside.

"Isn't it cool to die at such a young age?" - He said, and fired.

       Damon had an obsession. An uncontrollable and persistent idea he couldn't stop thinking even if it ended leading him to kill a child. He was in such a state that no one was able to distinguish his mind from an animal's. He shot without blinking. He shot without a second instance. He just pressed the trigger- and someone payed dearly for that.

Bridgette.

I heard her name being called, but the voice came out like a dry whisper. Bridgette's light arm slipped from Gene's head directly to the ground, and the snow underneath made puff with her weight. It took Sebastian a second to steal Oliver's plastic gun. And a heartbeat more to fire. 

      The bullet embedded into Damon's chest, right there where I knew was a tattoo in form of a ship, and we heard an explosion; and the lake I had seen in his eyes back there at the shack lost all water, and every fish living there dried; because it is impossible to breath blood.

     "You deserved it, son of a bitch" Sebastian said. Then he turned around- toward the lost hairs of Bridgette's- and crouched by her side. He got her head, caressed her face, and murmured something I didn't listen because of the echo that explosion made in my ears.

"Castle." Oliver called.

"It was fake" He said without taking his eyes off her. "Please tell me it was fake." Sebastian covered Bridgette's thigh with both hands. Around it, the snow was red.

The snow was also red around Damon, but no one was there holding him too.

Sebastian killed Damon.

"UUUGHH" He roared with the lack of Oliver's response. But even so, there was no answer. Instead, millions of wrinkles were formed over Oliver's forehead. Wrinkles of pure stupefaction.  "WAS IT FAKE, SNOW?"

"Yes, that was fake. But this one is not, I can assure you."