"Sebastian" Anna's voice pierced his train of thought. "What the hell are you doing?" He turned around, noticing the knife in her hand. "You have bad positioning, you know." He stated. Then he looked at what he had crafted lovingly. "It's beautiful, isn't it. Stops the other children from coming in." He said. "It's our game. If I win, they leave for a week." Then his face went dark. "But if they win, they eat me. So, no game overs for me. I always win." His voice switched back to the child-like, happy tone. "They think they're better.. They call me a wetard. But I show them. Every week. I'm an intelligent retard." He smiled at his last statement. "Well, maybe not intelligent.. But I like to think so." he then started to pace, talking outloud. "The moon's not out yet, so we still have time. I shall need the Reaper." He then jogged back into the 'kitchen'.

"You have bad positioning you know" I looked down at the machete I was ready to pull.

I did, I knew I did. Compaired to Sebastian who was perfect in his form I was basically a blind child compaired to him. I already knew this. I felt it. My shoulder still hurt from our first encounter, that was a weird one. I rubbed my still sore shoulder. It would hurt for a while, this hadn't been the first time I had dislocated my shoulder. A few towns over a man attacked me...funny thing was we had become friends...then he died. A wave of sadness came over me. It seemed that in my life Benny was the only friend that would stick around.

I sighed as my train of thought over-voiced Sabastian's murmmerings. "I shall need the Reaper" I watched Sebastian jog back down one of the caves.

What the hell was 'the Reaper' I bet it wasn't good. I could tell this was going to be a long ass night.

Walking into the 'kitchen', he pulled the head off of Jonathon. A black object stuck out, similar to that of the hilt of a Katana. He pulled it out, a beautifully preserved Katana, and held it in his hands lovingly. "I found this" He said, thinking Anna was behind him. "In the ruins of an antique shop. Its beautiful, isn't it?" He slid it into a sheath that was at the side of the kitchen, and strapped it on his belt. He then picked up the gun he had set down earlier, a rustic old thing, and walked back to the front door. After a couple more twists, and turns, he stood back up. The.. invention he had crafted, was complete. Turning to Anna, he pulled out his own knife, and flipped it skillfully in his hands. "Like this.." He showed her, standing, feet shoulder length apart, knife held up skillfully, reversed position, how to wield the knife backwards. "More defensive." He stated, in a matter-of-factly sort of way. "Allows quicker strokes."

"Like this..." Sebastian said from behind me.

I looked to see him a little crouched and holding his knife backwards. The blade running down his forearm as he held it and holding it right up about chin level. "More defensive" a smiled peaked out from his lips "allows quicker strokes."

I nodded pulling out my hunting knife from the holder on my left thigh. It had been my fathers before he died, and he had got it from his father, and so on and so forth. It was supposed to go to my older brother because it was passed from man to man, but when my brother died my father gave it to me. I could tell he didn't want to. He wanted his son to have it not his daughter. I looked at the wood carved handle and the chips that had been taken out of the blade.

Hold on why did Sebastian have a katana? I hadn't seen a sword like that since...a few years after Red September. Wow.