In a bloody field at end of the world there were two dying men. 

"Was it worth it?" asked the man who was tied the tree in middle of the field with his innards.

"No, it was not, but I don't kill you here it will all be for nothing." said the man missing arm and half his face.

He stepped forward from the respectable distance he was standing from and raised his rusty hatchet. Grim Intention carved on his face.

 "After all this you still refuse to admit it? It was never about anything more ego and domination." the man raised his side iron, dizzy from blood loss there was just one shot left.

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 The ground shook and the torrential acid rain burned their skin. They were dying and they both knew it. 

"I think we'll both agree that we went too far." They both said at once. Another step and the gun cocked.

"I don't it could have played out any other way." They said again. another step and a tornado touched down.

"There is nothing more to say." he threw his hatchet, and a lone shot could be heard.

The hatchet collided with the bullet and shattered it and the hatchet burying itself the bound man's sternum. The fragments buried themselves into the armless man's face.

"You still alive? I can't see anymore." asked the man letting the gun fall to the ground.

"Yeah." replied the man who crumpled on to the ground.

"...If we both somehow don't go to hell, do you want to grab a bite to eat." the man said fading.

"...Sure. You're buying."

And then darkness took them.

They spent an eternity falling in a dark abyss. Neither one capable of sight nor speech, but still aware of the other. Until they hit the bottom.