Terrence flinched away at the shot, this one wasn't letting up. Terrence couldn't blame her, he would probably do the same thing to survive.<br/>But there were a lot of things he'd do to survive.<br/>Besides...he didn't want her to see him any more clearly. People still knew the Cursed Piper, and it burned him alive whenever he was recognized.<br/>He had managed to escape the pain everywhere but in his head. He wanted it all to end everywhere.<br/><br/>From a slight distance, he could hear a squeaking sound, out of place and spooky. As if the ghosts of the old worlds, prophets of the fall, where coming to claim their vengeance.<br/>The sound bounced off the buildings in eerie patterns.<br/>But what was not an immediate threat was something to not worry about.<br/>"I can't do that! This is my kill!"