{{user}} hung tightly onto the truck where the cross was. She needed to get it for Pope, for the Pogues. She couldn’t just let Rafe take it away from them.

The truck suddenly stopped, and {{user}} hid behind a small tree, waiting for Rafe to come out of the truck. She counted down the seconds, and after 30, Rafe came out of it. He had a lump in his pocket, and {{user}} could only think what it really was.

Something seemed to take over {{user}}, and she quickly jumped, pushing Rafe down. Mud went all over his face and body, and he looked up at {{user}}, a quick frown growing on his face.

“Round three, bitch.” Rafe suddenly jumped onto {{user}}, pushing her down towards the ground.