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...The Nephilim fell, and he stocked forwards
to the other one lying on the floor,
the man there gave him a much resigned look,
then came the echo of a banging door.
Cormack heard a shrill, familiar voice cry:
“Get away from him, or you’re gonna die!”

He turned quick and his face went pale from shock,
his Christie stood there, her face ghost-white too,
but she kept her gun pointed right at him,
though this was a fear that Cormack well knew.
He said, “Christie…what are you doing here?”
She scowled at him with a face severe.

“I came here to protect my poor brother,”
she said, motioning to the injured man.
“I heard a hunter had come to town,
the type who thinks he is hunting the damned.
But now I see, it all makes so much sense,
why you travel so much, you are one of them.”

He said, “…your brother, that means your Nephilim,
just like the monster that killed my mother.”
Christie said, “I’ve never hurt anyone,
and neither had my kind younger brother.
Heck, he’s a preacher with a congregation,
he spends his days preaching against damnation!”

Said Cormack, “He wouldn’t be the first one
that I found hiding within a sheep’s clothes.”
So she said, “And me?  Do you think I’m evil?
Is that the woman that you love and know?
Have you ever heard me raising my voice?
Do you think that God would deny us free choice?

“Since when does He make kids pay for the sins
that came from choices other people made?
Does He hold you to the sins of your parents?
And if He did, would you bother to pray?
It’s true that some of us learned the Fallen’s hate,
but so many more chose to avoid that fate.

“Do your patriarchs even realize
how many of us actually exist?
For each on you kill there’s at least ten more,
who live normal lives, peacefully persist.
We’re not all Stalins, or damn Genghis Khans,
please, Cormack, you must see that this is wrong.”

He pointed the gun, but hesitated
as she helped her brother limp to the door,
part of Cormack saw the woman he loved,
part of him saw the foe that he abhorred.
He said, “Why shouldn’t I think that you’re lying?”
She said,”If you think so, then shoot that thing.”

But Cormack knew, as well as Christie did,
that he’d never pull a trigger on her,
she made he way out with her brother in tow,
leaving him and his old world in a blur.
All his adult life he had done this task,
now all certainty in his life had passed...

CONTINUES IN PART IV.
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