There's nothing you can do, there is no way out, and there is no way to escape. I think to myself. I have him in my arms now. I reach around his neck tucking his throat into the bend of my arm. The man struggles to breath and begins to gasp for air. The man tries to get a word or two out but cannot. His face changes from that of a tough guy to a complex darkening red color from the lack of oxygen.
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An overwhelming anger takes over me I can feel my strength triple. I hear an old friends voice chanting over me, "Do it!, you know you want to."
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My hands move to the side of the mans sweaty head and with two quick and determined movements accompanied by two popping sounds the man goes limp. Still holding the man a warm sensation fills my body. The familiar voice is pleased and for once I feel a sense of accomplishment like that of a child satisfying a father. I lift the mans head and peer into the mans red eyes. The color of his iris is almost washed out against the sea of red. I look into his pupils and wonder if he can still see me. His pupils begin to slowly expand as I feel his life energy leave his body. How cool, his pupils are so big and black, I think to myself, as I sit holding him, staring into the darkness...