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As the big brute falls from that last blow to the head the small girl, still only a child, starts crying and tugging at his hand saying, “Get up Mr. Bubbles! Please get up!” Her voice doesn’t sound real then again neither is she. The victor walks over to the large carcass and takes whatever money and ammunition he can find. With every step the small child tries to run but keep stumbling back on the ground and is soon completely consumed by terror to move any more. Now that the body has been stripped of anything useful he turns to the girl. Reaching his hand out in kindly gustier as to help her in a way others won’t. Not to end her misery through death but bringing back her humanity.