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We have one Order.
We kill because it is our calling.
Hunt like animals, eat our prey.
Voices in our heads.
Destroy,destroy, it is an order.
Its like a fever.
We never saw or masters faces, the living don't know about them at all.
Don't know that our Masters are what we believe in.
The living are unfaithful, blind.
They are resisting, yelling with raised guns.
Two, they don't matter.
We tear through them, a mans still beating heart is ripped out of his chest.
A woman screams farther away.
The other man kneels over his friend whispering a prayer of god and the holy spirit.
He insults our gods, by worshiping lies.
We will offer them, the mans eyes as his punishment.
Blind to the true Faith, then why see at all?
A woman steps out from behind a pile of rubble.
Shotgun in hand, eyes blazing with fury, tear streaks on her face.
"Make her see us.", The Masters whisper, order.
The fight only lasts a few minutes.
Bullets cant take out a horde of killers.
She gets overwhelmed, thrown to the ground, weapon lost.
Shes unconscious now.
Our gods will be pleased.
We must move quickly before death claims her.
Someone cries out a name, the sound stopping us.
A second woman, stands behind us rocking a whimpering baby.
She is shaking, blue eyes full of despair and rage.
Survivor, they just don't want do die, don't want anyone else to die.
She is as blind as the rest of them.
The Masters don't want us to kill her.
She is supposed to die slowly, from hunger or sickness.
She should see where all that struggle to stay alive got her.
So we take our prisoner, carry her away, as the woman sob's still standing in the same spot.
Some of us ask ourselves if we should turn our prisoner now, share our gift with her.
The voices respond gently:" No there are other ways to turn the unfaithful.