Just before Andrew pulled the trigger he was hit in the side of the head. So hard that he was bleeding from his nose. A mild concussion. 'What kind of punch could do that?' Andrew wondered as he struggled to stand back up. Then he saw him. A name appeared in his head. The Angel of Death.

Parker stood there, his arm extended, knuckles now bruised. He stopped questioning as to how he got so strong a week ago. He had had enough. Andrew finally stood and wiped his nose. "That's one. Hell of a punch." He said, the speed of his sentences could make a snail feel better about itself. Parker shook his hand. It hurt like hell. He had a feeling that wouldn't be the only thing hurting after this.

Andrew looked at the gun than Parker and ran for it. Parker could see it from a mile away. He was able to hit him square in the gut. Before he could react, Parker kicked him across the room. He was tired of losing. Andrew was shaking now. He had always wanted to fight a worthy opponent for once...but not like this.

He pulled out another one of the guns out of his pocket and aimed for Parker's hand. It became solid, but not frozen. He just kept walking toward him. When he was in front of Andrew, he smashed the ice covering his hand across his face. Andrew was laying on the ground now. He picked up a jagged piece of ice and stabbed Parker in the lower leg with it.

As Parker reached for his leg in pain, Andrew ran for the metal table. Before Parker could move he picked up the large gun. The butt had to go over his shoulder, like a rocket launcher. "This is the. Gun that took down. Your plane." he said as it whirred louder and louder. Parker was on the ground trying to get up. It was over.

When the machine was ready, Andrew shot the gun. It was almost like a solid beam of ice was heading toward him. There was a loud crashing at it impacted, causing a lot of dust to float in the air. When kit mostly cleared, he wasn't there. Before he could look next to him, Suzy had the gun up to his head. "Bye" she said, impersonating him. She shot the gun and within seconds, his head was frozen. Parker ran out of the remaining smoke at Andrew. He saw his head was frozen.

'Regardless, I have to be sure.' When he ran in front of him, he put his hands on the ground, and kicked his head hard with his leg. The head shattered into pieces, leaving ice and gore. Lisa gasped. It was too fast for her to have been anticipating it. Parker just stood for a second and then collapsed. Andrew was dead. The last thing Parker felt before losing consciousness?

Guilt.