Editing Tranch warfare for a noble (section)

==Chapter 19: Newfound Purpose==

"Hey, I think there is a corpse over there!", Paxa shouted.

Reb sighed. Shroud master had sent them to look for the outpost team, but they were nowhere to be found. He was ready to pack up and return to the hideout, but every corpse had to be checked. There was no shortage of corpses here.

Reb walked over, taking the binoculars from the witch-kin. The witch-kin were a strange bunch, he thought, but useful. Their latent psychic powers made it difficult to see them unless they wanted you to, and they all shared the same trait: A disturbingly large mouth with multiple dozens of sharp teeth. This one seemed normal enough, but most of them were crazy, as far as Reb could say.

He looked through the binoculars (a rare commodity for the Pale Throng), and saw it: Easy to miss, lying on some rubble. Looked fresh, too.

"Let's go check it out for some loot and go home. The outpost team is dead by now anyways.", Reb said.

As they walked over, Paxa started to look around nervously. He felt something was odd about this place. The veil ran weak, and reality rippled just ahead.

"Reb? We shouldn't go there..." He mumbled. Reb did not seem to notice.

"Let's turn back! It feels like reality is torn apart here", Paxa said. Reb only grumbled, seemingly angry. Paxa didn't like when Reb got angry, so he stayed quiet.

The corpse was there, lying on the rubble as if asleep, but its blue eyes were open. It was twisted and malformed, even on the standards of a mutant. Its hands turned into talons, its eyes were too large. There were many bones jutting out of its skin, although none seemed broken. But the most terrifying thing was... It moved. It did not breathe. Its heart did not beat. But it leaped up and tore Reb apart. It bathed in Reb's blood, and laughed as Paxa turned around and ran.

He ran for a long time, fear keeping him moving. His feet were on blisters, his heart pounding so hard it hurt and his head started to spin. He kept running. Whenever he looked behind him, it was there, smiling. As his body failed him and he fell on the ground, exhausted. He whimpered and tried to crawl away. The thing spoke.

"You and your disgusting kind ruined my life... Ruined my future. Because of you, the Imperial Guard is here. Because of you, she was shot. Now it is your time to die in compensation to my pain, mutant."

As he was finished slaughtering the screaming mutant, Georgio sat down and cried. He had become a monster.

"It is not a bad thing to have your revenge, Georgio. It is natural to kill those who hurt you. It is fitting you kill those you hate", the red one said.

He stood up, fury overcoming his sadness.

He hated the Imperium.

He hated his family. 

He hated the mutants.

Most of all, he hated himself.

He would have his revenge, get Krella back and leave this place.

The daemon of Khorne laughed, as its hold on Georgio's mind tightened. It could taste its victory.