#31 Lexin the Flygon has been murdered by the Stalkers.

Location: Inside his own house (23) Lexin's House
Cause of Death: Violent suicide by self-inflicted lacerations

I knew something was wrong when he didn't pick up his phone. Not his phone... not his radio...

...this wasn't his own doing. He was too strong for this...

...was too strong...

was...

Britera didn't want to hear "you're all we have left." But they were the words that Sten the Bellossom told her when they found there was a reason why all attempts to reach Lexin were met with nothing. There was almost an hour of what started off as curiosity, then concern, then worry, then fear, and then outright raw, hideous fright when they discovered the truth.

Britera and Sten were all that were left of the Southwarren Police Force now. With the Southwarren Police Chief murdered, someone else needed to step up. But that was not something they wanted to discuss tonight.

"Damn it," Sten muttered, looking at Lexin's grotesquely self-mutilated body. "I swear, Britera, I can't take pictures of this."

"Don't," Britera told him, barely able to speak the word. "Just... just don't."

But the word repeated itself in Britera's mind over and over and over again. ENIS. Enis was the one who did this. Enis was the one who drove Lexin to kill himself and she knew it was probably the one way he never would have wanted to die, because to Lexin, no matter how hard things got, suicide was wrong. Suicide was cowardly. This was not his doing, however. Enis made him do this, and Jeb had already warned Britera about Enis. But now Enis made it personal.

According to rank hierarchy, if something happened to Lexin, Britera was supposed to take command. It felt foreign to her before, but now she felt ready. It couldn't end this way. It was time for the red tape to die. Her ways would be unorthodox, her strategy would be brazen, and her tactics would be daring, but she refused to continue to let this happen.

She was going to fight to take back this town. She was not going to continue to let this happen and if there was someone, anyone who could help, they would be there. It didn't matter if they were a lawyer, a chef, a factory worker, an engineer, or whoever. Anyone who cared about Southwarren could be there to help. And while there were many that had felt, she decided to stay because no matter how many Stalkers there were out there, this was still home to her and no one kicks her out of her home. Despite the smog, despite the noisy factories and despite the arid landscape, this was a home that belonged to her. It wasn't perfect, but it was home.

And it was the home Lexin stayed in. She knew he fought for this, too. Fought until the bitter end. Fought because he believed in something more than running away, and that standing and proving ground meant more than simple survival. It was because it was his duty to protect others, and he had sworn to protect Southwarren.

"You haven't forgotten the oath to Southwarren," Britera said softly to Lexin's body, "and I will make sure Southwarren doesn't forget about you..."

Doom Tracker:
5/20