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Bishop Franque walked through the sliding doors of the hospital and walked straight to the dormitory. "Hold on, sir," a nurse said, chasing after him, "Visiting ours are over." Franque closed his eyes, and the nurse began to slowly decay into a corpse. A security guard saw him, "Hold it right there!" He ran at Franque. With lightning reflexes, Franque pulled out the flint Aztec knife and slashed the guard's head off. He walked down the aisle of the rooms, and found Kyle's room.

I heard the doorknob turn. I jolted my head over and gasped. Standing there was a man with a bloody knife in his hand, and a mad look in his eyes. "Ahhh, I thought I'd find you here," the old man said, with an evil smirk. I slowly rose to my feet, "Who are you?" I asked. "I am the only other Scribe on Earth. I've been alive for a long time, boy. I've been killing all other Scribes. And now, it's your turn." He stalked over to me. I closed my eyes, and felt a sharp sting on my fingers for a moment. I looked down and gave a satisfied smile; out of my fingers had grown huge, sharp blades, blood gushing down the skin they tore through. With that, I engaged the man in fight. He slashed his knife, I blocked it every time. I scratched his face, leaving four deep cuts going down the upper right side of his face to his lower left side. Blood covered his face, and he hacked at me. He held his knife above his head, ready to stab my heart. I slapped the knife out of his hand and hacked at his chest. He howled in pain. "Kyle?" I heard a soft voice call from the doorway. I looked over; it was Trisha. I groaned and looked down at the floor. "I was going to tell you..." I said. I looked over at the man. "Get him! Kill the Scribe!" he shouted. With a roar, I jumped in front of the man and held my claws beside his neck; ready to stab him. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my back. I howled in pain and looked over; Trisha was staring at me with absolute hate, her hands drenched with the blood squirting from my back. I groaned; everything was going blurry. I growled one last time, and stabbed my claws into the man's neck. He gagged as I pulled them out, and fell to the floor. Dawn came over the horizon. The sun was redder than usual, grimacing the blood spilled that night. A red dawn ushered with pain and hate. A new age had begun.