[i]Vance had grown tired of it, really. The endless mindless slaughter on his own part, destroying families, friendships, relationships... breaking hearts. Being a complete monster. Part of him no longer wanted to do it, was sick of seeing the same look on people's faces when their loved ones died before their eyes. And so, he walked up to the boy, gripping the handgun by its barrel, and struck him in the back of his head, knocking him unconscious. Slowly, Vance picked the boy up, looking at his young face. Something in his expression said that he wanted to... help him, in some way. Meanwhile, the Contractees continued to roam; they'd noticed Vance and Victoria, but seemed unwilling to approach them just yet.[/i]