• He woke with a head bangen head ache he got up and put his hand to his head. He felt blood dry but still blood none the less. He started to panic. He felt his back pocket his blade was still there. Thank god he still had his blade. He sat down he didnt know were he was. He stood abruptly and started to feel around for an exit. He found it he opened the door and saw him the big bulky sosha that had knocked him out. But the guy was paying no attention. Johnny flipped out his switch blade and slit the sosha's throat with not a moment to spare. He saw a big door that said exit he sprinted to it. Only to fall short about a foot because another sosha had came out and laid him flat. He new that if he didnt get this sosha off he would surly die. He squirmed and tried to break free but the sosha was to heavy he was planted good on Johnny. Just then he recalled his blade still in his hand. He was surprized the sosha hadn't already noticed it. He took one more breath and quickly cut along the sosha's tricep. The blood flowed out almost as if it were a river. The sosha dropped to the ground almost at the very second e cut the sosha. He stood up and ran through the door. The light over welmed him he kept running as the light dimmmed he could see trees and houses. He ran straight. He jumped a fence with no hesitation. He landed and looked back as a noise that he remembered all to well came alive. He looked back and sure enough there it was a black mustang. He ran farther and faster. He new he couldn't out run a car. But god dang it he could try. He started to zig zag and finaly he was trapped between a house and the mustang. he backed up looking for a way out. He was scared. His eyes moved rapidly over every aspect of escaping. There was no way. He was going to die there. Three sosha's hopped out of the mustang. They started to walk towards him. When they got to him one slugged him in the chest and when he hit the ground the started to beat him. They beat him half to death his eyes were swollen his cut on his head now had fresh blood pouring out of it. He didnt know how much more he could take. He didn't see the fourth sosha hop out nore did he see what he was caring. A glock nine was in his hand. As johnny stared help lessly the sosha fired one bullet then another then another untill the whole clip was in Johnny. yet he wasn't dead he was slivering away into death its cold hands welcoming him. But then he felt a wet liquid touch his body it was a rank smell. A sosha lit a match and dropped it on Johnny. He burst into flames the lighter fluid that was poured on him burned his flesh was burning almost melting his flesh. He welcomed death he almost needed death it was his one escape.