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The world painted red (Sequel)

He lunged at me on my knees. Rolling swiftly to the left and kicking him in the butt from behind he stumbled to the ground. The blade fell into a sewer gradle. Getting up I walk up to him and slam my foot down on his back. Even with his face on the filty concrete he had the nerve to laugh. Suddenly my back burned with agony. I coughed up blood and feel to my knees. I hear a snap, and i see a knife handle being thrown into the drain. What seemed like seconds from when it had started, the pain slowly numbed. My vision was blurred but I could see the man get up and walk towards me. He picked up his leg and kicked me in the face. I didn’t feel anything. If I could’ve I would have laughed. Laying on my back the scenary all around me lit up. It was like staring into a flashlight. No pain, no cold, but warmth and strangely peace. I couldn’t but help to smile right before the light dimmed.

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