A slow crack, accompanied by the soft squelch of flesh. A warm sensation on his foot, Mithias looks down, already knowing the sight that would awake him, but unwilling to accept it.

Beneath his foot lay a child, the heal of his heavy black boots having shattered her chest. Between the shattered ribs, the beating of the heart could still be seen as it desperately attempted to keep her infantile form alive. The deflated form of a crushed lung was identified, as Mithias subconsciously catalogued the organs, an effort his conscious mind was incapable of halting. Bright blue eyes stared upwards, as a shocked attempt at breathe brought up nothing but blood. An arm twitched, reaching upwards, grabbing onto the side of Mithias' leather pants, almost as if attempting to pull herself up.

The arm fell limp, her eyes turned glassy. For a few seconds more, the heart beat. Then her body was silent.

"My my, didn't I tell you? I'm not going to be killing anyone, Mithy. I never had any intention of harming that darling child - her name was Melissa, you know? Beautiful name, I'd call my daughter Melissa." gabriel chuckles, as a small group of children gathered around him, boys and girls around the age of seven. They were smiling happily, waving as one would to a relative. Not a one of them realized the situation they were in, trapped in a world of their own imagination, incapable of perceiving this grim reality. "You know, I've always liked children. You know that, don't you? And I'm running out of supply. However, if you keep being so obstinate, you're going to get them all killed. Seven more little children. How many bodies are you prepared to walk over just to kill me?"