The other guard had dropped his sidearm. I knew that he had already been shot several times by the time I was in front of him, but I continued shooting. Even when he fell to the ground in a bloody mess, I finished the rest of my clip, finally stopping only when my son came up to me and yelled that he was dead.

I removed my finger from the trigger, even though I wanted to continue shooting. The sick thrill that I was getting; what was wrong with me? I had just taken two HUMAN lives, and there was no remorse—NONE! My heart was racing and I couldn’t have felt any better at that moment in time.

Michael told me that we needed to move, that he was sure that others would coming as re-enforcement. I agreed, so we quickly made our way through the rest of the town with no further interference.

We finally reached the back stage entrance to the coliseum. It was no better inside now, than the last time I was here. Dried blood was smeared everywhere, but this time there was no one in sight. I could hear the groans and hisses from the Unluckys as we walked up to their cells.

But where was Richard? There were only Unluckys in the cells. He must have been moved somewhere else last night, and I had no clue where to look!

To Be Continued…