He Sparked On His Body That Reflect

I Kept Pushing Against The Black, Though, Almost A Reflex. I Wasn't Trying To Lift It. I Was Just Resisting. Not Allowing It To Crush Me Completely. I Wasn't Atlas, And The Black Felt As Heavy As A Planet; I Couldn't Shoulder It. All I Could Do Was Not Be Entirely Obliterated.

How Well Opposed To Grand Theft Auto Are You?

Next Time You Want To Hit Me Hit Me With A Baseball Bat Or A Crowbar!

It's Not What You Are. It's What You Do.

It Was Very Strange, For I Knew We Were Both In Mortal Danger. Still, In That Instant, I Felt Well. Whole. I Could Feel My Heart Racing In My Chest, The Blood Pulsing Hot And Fast Through My Veins Again. My Lungs Filled Deep With The Sweet Scent That Came Off His Skin. It Was Like There Had Never Been Any Hole In My Chest. I Was Perfect - Not Healed, But As If There Had Been No Wound In The First Place.