The stinging pain in Max's shoulder, it wasn't exactly a mystery. He had a pretty good idea what had happened. After all, it wasn't the first time he'd been stabbed. And to top it off, it hadn't even been that long ago that he'd been stabbed multiple times already.
Which was why he couldn't help himself. He turned his head, twisting just enough to get a look at his back, and sure enough, there it was. A blade lodged right into him, confirming his worst thoughts.
Tremors rocked through his entire body, his hands beginning to shake uncontrollably.
Crap… it's shaking, Max thought, his heart racing faster than it had during the fight. It's not even the pain. Is it because of what happened before? Right before I died?
Get a grip. I need to get a grip! Max screamed at himself internally, trying to lock down the rising panic.
Across from him, Snide's loud, obnoxious laugh rang out.
