The Fury of a Demon/Transcript

Patrick:You're nothing, Grimwood! Nothing but a piece of shit!

At that moment, Shia suddenly jerked her head upward and spat blood in 's face. Kiss my ass, beard boy!

wiped the blood and spit from his face and began to walk away. He stopped as soon as there was a good amount of distance between him and Shia and raised a rifle onto his shoulder.

Patrick:I'll make this less painful for you, Grimwood. Tell me where Reinhardt is!

Coughing on her own blood, Shia narrowed her eyes and gave the bearded man her most glacial look.

Shia Grimwood: Over my dead body.

Patrick:As you wish.

Shia collapsed to her knees, pressing her hands against the bullet wound in her belly in an attempt to stop the gushing flow of blood that poured from it.

Shia Grimwood: Nice...shot.

Patrick:Bag the head, we'll be heading back to The Bishop shortly.

Patrick:I know what you're thinking. But believe me when i say that there was no tother way.

Forgive me Patrick. But are you certain of that? I know that what she did to The Bishop was wrong but........... but she's was just a kid. We just killed a girl that was only a few years younger that my own daughter before...... befor she was.... (suddenly broke down into a fit of sobs) God will never be able to forgive us for this. We become murdero-(Patrick's fingers were suddenly wrapped around the man's throat)

Patrick:(shouted) We did this to preserve the honor of The Temple of Twilight! Never forget what we have done for you! Never forget what we have done for all of--

A horrible, blood curdling scream of agony suddenly ripped through the air, echoing the trees like an evil wind. When the two men turned around, they saw that both their comrade and the dead teenager were missing. More screams came, followed by the sounds of flesh being torn to pieces and a cry of rage that sounded inhuman. And then all became silent. searches the trees for his missing comrade

Patrick:(shouted)WHERE ARE YOU? ANSWER ME!

He suddenly froze when he felt something wet trickle onto his head. He quickly wiped his hand over the wetness and stared at the blood that is now coated his palm. Then something dropped from the trees and landed just a few steps away from the man, making him jump away in shock. When he looked down at the object, he had a look a pure horror on his face. From lying o the ground was the decapitated head of the missing comrade, a look of pure agony and terror was frozen into his horribly mutilated face.

Patrick:(whispers, stepping away from the dismembered head that lay on the ground) This can't be happening.