by muffinstud » Wed Oct 08, 2008 8:29 pm
Kale stops, keeping his hands visible. "Problem is, I don't have nostrils to begin with. They're called pits. And this," he says as he makes a quick swipe with his hand. The tip of the arrow has been cut off, revealing a sharp blade on his wrist. "Is not going to be your pay day."
The little girl groans in pain. The knife is still lodged in her, in the side of her stomach above her hip. The force of landing has twisted the knife, opening the wound and causing severe bleeding. Who knows how much more pain Grunwalde's needle is causing her, sticking out of her neck.
"Well, you'll have plenty of time to live in a van down by the river, when you're living...in a van down by the river!" --Matt Foley, motivational speaker