Night was still yet to leave, but a group of people was already far away from the previous songs of the party. Now the rhythm of the beat was changed to a heartbeat, the small and waning beeps of a heart-monitor.

  They were in a hospital. Eidar was lying in bed and over him stood his deputies. If he just knew this would have been the end getting stabbed in the back by his own, his once called brothers and sisters. Would he have chosen them? These were to be his last moments spent around the people he helped and took care of and in their own way they did the same.

  But he wasn't dying, not yet. Becky took care of that as she had pricked a little bit of extra spice into his injection. After all this is but a stage, there's still an act to be played.

  The nurse was already gone. They had hurried her away and she had no problem to do so. She was in their district under them, it's only natural to listen to your bosses.

  They were looking at him through the glass windows of the room. Seeing each of his breaths to be more laboured than the one before.

  It was wakening to see such a figure fall. With it that brought feelings. No, it wasn't sadness they were feeling, no revelation of what they did. No, it was a sobriety, freedom of not stagnating of being allowed to rise.

  That's what they knew. That now, there'll be good, their people won't have to survive at the edge where they're scrambling for food and water. Now they'll have it and much more. All they have to do is fight for it.

  You didn't want this did you? You were scared of change. You hated it, despised it, any point to grow you puffed out in the cradle. But no more, Nicolaus thought. No more...

  A rush of footsteps was heard from down the hall thundering, beating at their senses and over shadowing the beeping. It grew louder, louder till they saw a group of people of long haired, tattooed and gruff people.

  One thing that was out of place on them were the faces full of worry. Their eyes looking lost and confused.

  "How is he?" A concerned voice called out from the group. That's when they crowded around them and waited in silence for the answer.

  As they did so they heard the beeping. It was there quiet, fragile not like anything about the man.

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  No there was one thing fragile about the man and it was his heart. Even now as he was laying there on that bed, waiting for the relieving embrace of death his subconsciousness came through. Tears streamed down his closed eyes.

  Like a church idol he was caught in the moment weeping.

  He couldn't hear them nor see them, but it was like he felt them. Familiar people, his family that came to support him every time was here again supporting him in his final journey.

  Hank, Abby, Richard, Small Jill, Not so Small Jill, Big-Man Jones, and Bernie his brother, like this.

  And Falco. Yes, a brother from beginning to an end.

  It was the end. The beeping strengthened, quickened, went haywire.

  "Quick someone call a nurse!"

  "Nurse!"

  "HELP! Someone, help!"

  "HELP US!"

  The people went mad, they screamed clawed at any chance they could get to keep him. They chased and took hold of what staff they could and brought them forward.

  In all that midst there were only five people that were still. The three deputies, Becky and to their side Falco.

  They were looking at him without interruption. They saw him open his mouth and speak, it was faint, swept up in all that screaming. Yet it was easy to understand. Those words were

  "I'm glad..." Spoke Falco and smiled. "I too… am glad. I'm glad I could live by your side."

  Beep-bee

  The beeping turned to a constant sound.

  I too am glad, thought Nicolaus. Thanks for your final sacrifice. You won't be missed.

  That was the call Nicolas needed to act. He turned and saw Falco. Two small streams were leaking out of the corner of his eyes, his eyes though revealed he was no longer there, a part of him died too.

  Nicolas placed his hand on his shoulder and was about to say his practiced condolences when.

  "How?"

  A silence overtook the hallway. Now every attention was on them.

  "How did this happen to him?" Falco asked. His eyes peering straight into him. "Did the Batheroes do this to him?"

  You could hear your own heartbeat. That was how loud the silence was.

  "Yes, not just them." Nicolas turned and pointed to his arm. He had a broken arm tied with a cloth and spots of blood on his new T-shirt that was hiding the full extent of his injuries. "They joined with others and prepared an ambush for us when we were rushing here... It was thanks to boss..."

  The words hanged in the air. The message clear.

  "We tried to get him away." One of the deputies said and faced their people. Revealing the hole where once was his eye. Other injuries were hidden just like the second deputy that turned around too. He had only a limp in his leg that was noticeable no more.

  All the broken ribs and bones weren’t noticeable at first sight, but they stood before them unwilling to show weakness. Although they noticed and that was enough to strengthen the conviction about their leaders and their fight.

  "These injuries are nothing comparable to the loss of our leader and brother Eidar." Nicolas said. "He wouldn't want us to be said to grieve his loss. I know that, but let us grieve for this one day..."

  He looked at each of them. His good brothers and sisters, he saw in them the immense grief, but also the sparks of rage within. And that flame will be a massive fuelled by grief and more grief.

  That he's certain.

  On the 17 of September at 02:23 Eidar Hadonfield was pronounced dead.