Xenostorm: Rising

He froze. It was the girl's voice again. The one he'd heard when the pain had struck. Clear and urgent, deep inside his head. _That click was a Heckler and Koch MP7 personal defence weapon. It fires 950 armour piercing rounds per minute. The sound you heard was the safety catch coming off._ No! It was talking rubbish. Mum and dad were outside, they'd come back for him. There was no killer with a machine gun behind his bedroom door. How could there be? The voice in his head was a stupid figm...