Left
Right
My head pounds in swollen agony as the baby-faced assassine comes toward me, wanting more, begging for more.
Spit and Blood flies throught the air in a sprinkle of sinister horror.
Another left and my head feels woozy.
My lips swollen to the size of massive red baloons that float into the sky.
One upercut, perfectly place, and I fall like a bag of rocks to the ground.
My brain a scrambled mess that will never be cleaned.
