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Reloading my guns before a new fight is alwasy a good choice, even though I kept wondering why I didn't learn how to use a sword as an offensive weapon. Guns are nice, yet they're not really reliable, especially when your targets are usually faster than the bullets you shoot.
Going nearer to my room's exit, I could sense perfectly that there were three of them left in the house.
No humans were felt in the house at all.
So much for their theory of death knocking only once.
And with my guns pointed in front of me, I walked calmly into the room. The three of them were staring at me, one of them swinging on the chandelier, the other two still crouched down on top of dead corpses, all of them covered in blood, painting their faces like a sort of ancient make up or something.
It didn't take long for the two on the ground to launch at me, screaming, their claws stretched out in front of them.
After killing so many Mistakes, you kind of learn the pattern about how to dodge them and kill them at the same time.
The first thing to do at this moment, is to kick the table right next to you towards the Mistake that's closest to you, so that it knocks him back a little to give you enough precious seconds.
SLAM!
Then you dodge down left or right, depending on the direction, so that you can shove the gun barrel at their chests or stomachs, as they pass right next to you, and pump them over and over again with lead.
BAM! BAM!
Everything seems to move in slow motion once you've practiced enough.
And as the other Mistake recovers, you jump over towards him with the gun in your hand and snap his face with the butt of the gun.
CRUNK!
And before he can recover from the pain, before anything else, you point the other gun and shove it straight into their eye socket, left or right eye, it doesn't matter, hard enough that you can hear the squish of the eye as the liquids pour out of their bags, and they scream in excrutiating pain.
Only do you fire then, so that it goes straight through their brain, so that it kills them and they never come back.
BAM!
And just in case, or if you feel like blasting some more for fun, blast a few into his chest or down his throat. It's up to you, like a fun multiple choice answer.
BAM! BAM!
The last Mistake in the group always stares at you with fear, and they're always frozen by that fear for some reason. Well, not all the time, but at least 85% of my group kills.
And since I still don't see the first Chosen, I need this one alive for interrogation. For inside information.
I point a gun at him and shoots towards his direction, he screams in fear as the bullets pass right next to his ears and head, scratching his skin a little but never penetrating him, and hits the cord that holds the chandelier up.
I smile as the chandelier falls down loudly, the Mistake crying out as he was caught by surprise.
It's always spectacular when you see that much glass crashing on the floor.

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Looking down at the Mistake, I could see the fear in his eyes. "Where's your leader." I asked him plain and simple, the barrel of my gun resting between his eyes, digging in deeper and deeper. "Where's the head of this group?"
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." The Mistake looked at me. "I-I'm the leader of the group..."
Pulling out the photo from my pockets, I show it to him. "You don't look like him now, do you?"
They must not be elfs or fairy kind either, considering cold sweat was falling down his cheeks. "I-I-I..." Was all that he stuttered.
I cocked the shotgun.
They must not be demons or shape-shifters either, considering that tears was pouring out of his eyes.
"I-In the graveyard," He cried. "Under the gravestone of Gustav Spieldman."
"Is there any secret switch or something?" I asked.
"N-No," He replied. "It's just a heavy metal lid that covers the place up."
"Fun fun, it sounds." I smiled. "Would you like to be a nice little dude and help me out with a nice tour towards the place?"
He nodded, and slowly got up.
"I know this is degrading, but I want you to put this on." I said as I flung something at him. "For safety's sake, ya know?"
It was an electric shock dog collar, one size fits all for up to dogs of 300 pounds. The Mistake looked at me with puppy eyes. "Come on, or would you prefer to walk all the way there with a gun between your eyes?" I said as I nudged the collar closer to the guy.
As slow as he could, he put on the collar, and with the leash in my hands, he lead me towards their hideout.

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The hideout was hidden beneath a tomb, in the underground. The place was badly furnished, a couple of coffins and decaying tables and chairs. Dim oil lamps here and there lights the darkness inside.
The only thing missing was the first Chosen.
"Where is he?" I asked, as I looked around, the leash held tightly in my hand. There was blood everywhere, some fresh, some dried so much that they're black and crusted on the walls.
The Mistake looked surprised too, looking around frantically in fear. "I-I don't k-know..." He stuttered, shaking. "I thought it was-"
Before he could finish the words, I sent a shock through his collar, making him scream in pain, echoing in the room.
"This wasn't what we agreed on now, is it?" I said, taking my gun out and placing it on the back of the Mistake's head.
"I don't understand it, really." He said, now trembling with pain. "He was here! I swear! We left him here! He could barely move!"
Looking at him, I pulled the leash closer. "What do you mean he could barely move, huh?" I asked. "Isn't he your leader?"
The Mistake looked at me in silence.
"Answer me!" I asked in a louder voice, shocking him once again.
The smoke was rising from his neck from the shocks, and he was choking from it too. "H-He, he was..."
"What do you mean, he was?"
"W-We revolted, we took over the clan for ourselves..."
"And why in the hell would you do that? Are you guys pigs or something? Where's your loyalty?"
"We didn't like his rules." He yelled back. "He would only allow us to take one human's soul per night." He looked at me. "Do you know how little you get when you share only a human soul amongst twenty of us?"
I should have guessed, they were spirit takers, who took souls out of humans by sucking it out of their mouth in their sleep.
"And so, you overthrew him?" I asked.
"We were starving, and the humans were sleeping less and less, afraid that we would take another one of them." Anger was reflected in his eyes. "If we had taken all of them quicker, they wouldn't have guessed about how we kill and we wouldn't have to wait so long for a meal."
"Like you wouldn't eventually run out of them."
"Wouldn't you do anything you can to not die of hunger?"
"I wish I could sympathize with your sadness," I said, as I placed the barrel of the gun on his forehead. "But I really can't."
And with that, I pulled the trigger, and the gun blasted off.
Looking around, the place was silent again. The fresh blood was from the first Chosen then.
Looking closely at it, I could see that the fresh blood was leading somewhere.
A trail.
It was the only lead I had.

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