The desert,

　　Funny how the scorching murderous heat of the day becomes so frigid and lifeless at night.

　　The cold hard wind that slaps you across the face,

　　The mosquitoes buzzing at smell of blood,

　　The sharp claws pressed firmly on my neck ready to tear out my esophagus in a moment`s notice,

　　The dark shadows of overhead clouds projected on the sand.

　　It all feels somehow,

　　Enchanting.

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　　"Kill me then!" I yell shoving hard backwards.

　　Jissepi appears from the shadows stabbing the humanoid creature in jaw

　　Blood sputters everywhere as it attempts to shout for help

　　[Eleven] "Arrows incoming boss!"

　　Grabbing One`s body Jissepi defends the shots

　　One flails around frantically eventually ceasing all movement

　　If he wasn`t dead yet he is now

　　[Jissepi] "You two, in front of me now" he says flinging One to the side

　　"We have to keep moving."

　　I give Eleven a look,

　　This may be the best chance to get rid of the bastard

　　He shakes his head giving me a scared look

　　Fuck it

　　I`ll do this on my own

　　Baring my dagger, I walk towards the boss

　　I can almost taste it,

　　 Murder.

　　When did I become so insensitive?

　　Was I always like this?

　　I feel the drops of sweat sliding down my arm,

　　My heart thumping slowly

　　I tighten the grip on my dagger as it feels moist in my hand

　　Everything sounds so noisy

　　Maybe if I do this,

　　It will end

　　I raise my hand to his back

　　Everything stops

　　Silence, I hear my heartbeat

　　My lungs are bursting,

　　I try to exhale, nothing comes out

　　The cold desert air, I can`t feel it anymore.

　　I`m in&...Water?