Night. Stood up. Decided. End them. Even if i could not i can ruin it. Even if it cost my life.

  I pet flake. "Stay here. Do not follow." Put him in cage. Wrote note.

  Geared up. Opened lock. Jumped from window. Once again.

  Behind me: flake meow echoed. Like he is crying. I ignored.

  Out of makkah. Six month night. Fog thick.

  Mutants came. I cut them. Without thinking.

  Then—smile. On my lips. Did not know why.

  My inner voice i felt is laughing. Surge came: laugh. I sighed. "Okay." Did not know who i said that to. Just said.

  Stopped middle of fog. Laughing. Mouth wide. Eyes wide. Face stretching to limit.

  Laughing like psycho, i thought. But i am enjoying it.

  Laugh gre stronger. Mix emotions rise: fear, joy, sadness, anger. Not mine. Just—rise.

  Mutant attacked. I noticed faster even then flake could. Mask on. Cloak covering. Killed all who came following my laugh.

  Came to building. Stopped outside. Remembered: 5 alters. 5 corners. Other buildings at angle.

  Ran. Fixed angle, opposite way. Found another building. Recognized: 5 buildings. Pentagram pattern. In middle: 2 holy cities. Makkah. Madina.

  Theory: the building i went was main. Head of shape.

  Climbed. No gap to enter. Enough to look.

  Eye. Wide. Colored with blood. Looking at me.

  Heart nearly stopped. Nearly fell. Managed to stay.

  Smiled. Glared back.

  Voice echoed. Someone calling. Eye stepped back.

  White cloak. Different building. Red cloak guided him down.

  Blind, i realized.

  Jumped down. Silent glide.

  Thinking. Lion mutant attacked. Dodged on pure instinct. Threw dagger—cut neck, silent. Pulled mid-air by rope.

  Lion lunged. Slid sideways, cutting. Other dagger to head. He blocked with mouth. Stepped back. Threw again. He opened. Pulled mid-way. Rushed in. Killed.

  Dragged body far. No alerts.

  Put daggers down. Started slapping myself. Punching. Full power. Mask off.

  "Why why why did you filinch? You should have laughed at 1st place! Laugh while beating yourself!"

  Laughed. Beat harder.

  Laid on ground. Long time. Drank water. Eyes still wide.

  Picked daggers back. Pulling with rope tied in hands. Wore mask again.

  Scene shifted.

  Ehtisham came in room. Saw flake in cage. Still meowing. Saw paper on side table of bed.

  Calm outside. Slowly picked up. Read.

  On his face: he flinched.

  Then—

  Me. Outside main building. Don't remember walking.