"As they drove down the streets, Blaise saw a house that looked vaguely familiar. He stared again at the house and recognized that he’d been there before. He remembered to whom it belonged. The home and the activity in it grabbed his complete attention, and he ordered the driver to stop. The driver stopped immediately. Blaise saw that the killing group had gone into the home, and he could hear that the group was in the process of killing the family, so he acted fast. He stepped out of the truck and walked quickly up to the house and looked into it. He shouted at the men in the group. The men paused, their machetes dripping with blood. An older man and woman were on the floor near the front door, obviously bleeding to death from the multiple wounds caused by being hacked many times with machetes. There was one young woman, who was on the floor crying loudly. He looked at her tearstained and distraught face and recognized her. Blaise remembered carrying her in his arms when he was a boy."
Lamentation of a Warrior
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