Two
All the screens turned black.
After about thirty minutes, the sounds around the van subsided. Björn sat there in silence. He stared at the man he had just killed. Manasseh. He looked so frail in death, yet he was the most powerful man on this planet in life. The last eldest. Cunning like a snake, ruthless in his attempt to build this terrible world order, and, along with it, the perfect human. He had experimented on innocent people and children to create something that would help him escape death. He didn’t succeed.
But in the end, this monster had proved to be the bigger man. The moment Björn decided to kill his friend was the moment Manasseh accepted death and spared Adama.
Björn looked around. The signals on the screens of the van had turned into noise he barely noticed anymore.
