(Not bad)
Cracking my neck, I come to my senses, the sensation of having a knife pushed through my body was much the as touching a red hot iron poker with my bare hands. The screams i heard were both painful and blood curdling, it was only when my throat grew hoarse that I realized it was myself. Now, I stared into the eyes of my enemy, half dead half alive.
I knew it wouldn't be long now, but I had to get my revenge. I looked straight at you, into your eyes, but to me, they seem vacant, as if elsewhere. I slip my hand into my pocket, and pull out a small syringe and needle. Taking the cap off, I adjust my hand. My breathing raced high and higher, now I could feel a cold steel against my heart, and the strange feeling of my life just slipping from me. it felt as though I was dying, and yet it was feeling easier. If I let everything go, it would be so easy, it was hard...hard to keep breathing, hard to keep alive.
Blood seeped from the side of my mouth, and I licked it back in. Nothing was going to escape me. I grabbed your arm as you twist the knife further elicting another scream and then with the momentum force the needle into your arm and inject the contents of the Doku directly into your vein. My eye lids grow heavy, and at last I give up...