[ WP ] Killing another human now allows you to exchange your remaining lifespan the victim 's . Young people live in fear while the elderly plan their attacks .

The pain in my chest was almost to much for me to bare. I sat, gasping for breath when I heard the door slowly open. I tried to asses the damage I had taken when the axe had grazed my left shoulder. There was blood, but this was n't a fatal wound. I was running out of options, and soon I would have to choose to defend myself. The last thing I wanted was to be the one to finally have to put him down. 
 
 Tears burned in my eyes at the thought of it. This was the man who used to take me fishing. We would lay out under the stars on warm summer nights while he would tell me stories of the gods who had left their marks in the skies. He was the kindest man I had ever known, and smart too. That scared me even move, because I knew he would be resourceful. 
 
 I heard his footsteps moving around the tile of the classroom I had chosen to hide in. He was going to find me, and I did n't have a plan. I knew I had an advantage over him in strength, but in my eyes I did n't have anything to gain from this. I knew that was going to hold me back. 
 
 The sound of the old axe I had used to chop wood for my grandmother so many times was replace from scraping along the floor to silence. My blood ran cold not knowing where he was. 
 
 `` You're bleeding Kyle. Let me help you.'' I turned around as fast as I could at the sound of his voice right behind me. The look in his eyes were so empty. He lost his humanity at some point, and in that moment I new it was never coming back. 
 
 Thinking quickly, I grabbed the edge of the table I had taken cover with. With one, hard thrust I flipped the table into his midsection knocking him off his feet. He hit the ground in a crash, the axe falling beneath him. He was pinned under the table, and I knew he would n't be able to move the table as quickly as I could take advantage of this opportunity. 
 
 I frantically search the nearby counters for something I could use, but there was nothing. I had to take his weapon. He was slowly squirming out from beneath the table. I quickly ran to the back of the room, and waited by the wooden builtin board. He slowly staggered to his feet as I noticed a bit of blood at the corner of his mouth. 
 
 `` You're going to regret that you piece of shit.'' He stated flatly. The words stung. He slowly started towards me, knowing he had me cornered this time. He started to raise the axe high above his head, ready to split me like a log. My heart stopped for a moment. I held my breath as he brought the axe down towards me, and I jumped to the side as it sank into to board behind me. 
 
 Knowing he would n't be able pull it out easily, I knocked him back to the ground with one hard kick to the gut. Guilt twisted my stomach into a knot. I could n't do it. Our eyes met once again. That look again, and I knew I did n't have a choice. 
 
 I did n't hesitate. Pulling the axe from where it had sliced into the board I raised it over my head. He tried to protest, but I knew better. It was like slow motion as the weapon came crashing down on his neck. It was silent again. Relief and loss washed over me all at once. I fell to my knees at his now lifeless corpse. 
 
 `` I'm sorry Grandpa.''
