MY EYES SQUEEZED shut as I waited for the searing pain to hit me. I was ready for death. At this point, after everything, I was tired and I wasn't afraid of death. In fact, I thought it would be much more painless than my life here.
But it never did.
My heart beat erratically in my chest as I opened one eye thinking maybe he had missed, but the sight I was met with, shocked me. Miquael was on the floor bleeding from his arm. More specifically, his palm. My hands flew up to my mouth as I took in the horrific sight before me. I could feel bike rising up my throat and my stomach lurched. I barely kept myself from throwing up as I saw the deep red blood pool out of his hand, his flesh torn and hanging down. I quickly averted my eyes but I knew that image would be burned in my head for a long
