[u]The Death of A Savior[/u] [i]The Dojo, Main Square[/i] [b][i]Trump held two silenced M1911s. His business suit was in tatters and blood was splattered across his torso. His grip loosened, the guns falling to the ground. He fell to his hands and knees, watching everything he had worked so hard to keep alive crumble. Blood poured from his mouth, and his eyes rolled back. He fell onto the ground, blood pooling around him. He was no more.[/i][/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]