Into trance they were. Both Psycho as Avalanche knew the danger they were facing, but how can you find a medicine for a disease that doesn't exist. They realised all the hurt they caused eventually went to them. When they thought they were killing the wraith, they were killing their own darkside. A side you need, because you have to stand up for yourself sometimes. Psycho wandered between always and never. Between above and beyond. Fighting a demon that was inside his head. The sweat came down his face and he looked at Avalanche. Due these circumstances Avlanche still looked like he was cold as ice, unbreakable and unmoveable. Avlanche was looking the same way to Psycho, tried to keep himself strong, while some paranoid feelings were eating him from within. The wraith walked away from the two and faced a mirror. Then something strange happened. Everwhere Psycho and Avalanche looked, they saw the wraith. Then they saw the image fade and appearings of their friends. 'These will all die if you try to kill me. These are the sacrafices you can make to get yourself together. Make the choice or die of ignorance.' Psycho and Avlanche looked into all those mirrors. 'What about you get the heck out of this place and never show your face again. You don't even have a real purpose of being here, only causing trouble to us. Only terror.', Avlaanche said with a cold face. He walked to the wraith and took off his knife. Psycho did the same the same thing and together they fronted the wraith. 'One thing about life i ahte, is how things can change in a sudden moment. What about you, you idiotly dressed monkeyguy? What about you?', Psycho sarcastically grinned. The wraith took his cap off and showed his face. One half Psycho's face and the other half Avalanche's face. He held his hand shigh and tried to create a fireball. 'Or we all die or just you two', he said. 'You can't win, guys. YOU JUST DON'T HAVE THE GUTS!!!', he yelled. Psycho and Avalanche threw there knives with great power. The knifes flew through the air and clashed through the wraith hart cross-wise. 'one thing i hate about wraith's...', Psycho said. '...Is that they just ain't got that something special.' They bowed over their trophee and looked at the wraith's face disappearing. Avlanche and Psycho shaked hands. Everything slowly became back to normal and Avalanche and Psycho found themselves back home. They opened their eyes and the first thing they saw was eachother. The first thing they heard was a bullet flashing in front of them. The enxt thing was a window breaking and glass splintering through the room. The stood up from their chairs and ducked under the table. 'Never rest? Is there a god? Why me?', Avalanche said. 'Just luck!', Psycho remarked and both they waited down the table. The shots ended.