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"What the hell are you doing? Get them out of here then!" I yelled back to Caesar, raising my brows to motion all the people standing in the crowd. "I know we want to set an example, but we've done that with the girl. They don't need to see another kid get his brains blown out." Caesar frowned slightly then darted his eyes to the man lying on the ground as he started to stir. I kicked him forcefully in the stomach and he curled up into a foetal position, groaning. Looking back to Caesar, I raised my brow once again.

"Very well." He stated bluntly, obviously not happy with this job he'd been given. He knew it wasn't just a choice of telling them all to go. He would have to escort them all away to make sure they were far enough to not hear or see much. "Come on then." He grunted as he started pushing the people away from the wall to the nearest street, herding them like a flock of sheep.

I watched him and the group walk along the path until I could no longer see them and quickly knelt down beside the man, keeping my eyes on the street Caesar had gone down. I put my gun back to my side, out of his face.

"Sorry about that, but listen, you need to go now." I whispered quickly.

"Bit hard with a blow to the head and half a dozen smashed ribs." He choked out a chuckle before wincing in pain, his hand rubbing his stomach.

"I mean it. Run now. And never come back. You can't stay here whilst the Wall is still up." He looked up to me, confusion taking over the pain in his eyes.

"Why aren't you shooting me?" He finally asked.

"You're Lukas, Kirsten's friend, right?" He nodded slowly. "I gather that Kirsten wouldn't have got so far without a little help." Lukas looked down, he blamed himself for Kirsten's death, it was obvious. But he knew that I also had blood on my hands, I shot her after all. "Come on." I stood back up and offered out my hand. He studied it before grabbing it and groaning as he stood up.

"Make that a full dozen ribs." He smirked lightly and I chuckled with him. Giving a quick nod, he studied me for a moment more before hobbling as quickly as he could to the nearest dark alley and disappeared. I smiled. This is what Kirsten would have wanted, Lukas to be safe. Or at least, give him as much safety as I could provide whilst still keeping myself alive.

Remembering Caesar, I turned my gun to the sky and shot. The sound ricocheted all around as the bullet blasted through the sky. Even if he was far enough away to not hear it, it's better to be safe than sorry. After a while Caesar came back, a grumpy look on his face after he'd been given babysitting duty.

"Where's the kid?" He questioned me, taking in the empty ground at my feet as I lent my back against the wall, arms folded.

"Where every other Berlin Wall corpse is." I stated as if he had asked the world's stupidest question.

"Already?" He frowned.

"It's not like in the Death Strip. No one can see dead bodies there so they can leave them for a while. This is out in the open, so unless you want to stand next to a decaying corpse all day..." His nose turned up at the thought and he shrugged it off.

"Fine. I'll go tell the boss." He turned around to move but I called over to him as quick as possible.

"Do you think he cares about two stupid kids? Two stupid dead kids?" I raised my eyebrow as he turned back towards me. I needed him to shut up. I needed him to not say anything to any officers because then someone could find out that there's only one body here. Fortunately, Caesar had a weak mind when it came to persuasion and he nodded before walking down the wall to resume his daily position.

I let out a sigh of relief and let my mask from my face slide off onto the ground. Throwing the gun strap over my head, I let it perch on my hip and I stared at my hands. The hands that had killed Kirsten's father, and now Kirsten. And so many other people along with them. I could see so much blood dripping down from my hands but no matter how much I wiped them on my jacket, the blood kept streaming as if it were my own, yet I had no injuries. Clenching them into fists, I stared at the sky, wondering if Kirsten was up there, looking down on me, now reunited with her father. Or perhaps she was just gone. It's the Wall's fault. If the damn thing had never been built then she wouldn't be dead, I wouldn't be a murderer and Lukas wouldn't be running for his life. No one would be dead. It's the Wall's damn fault.