He lay in a pool of his own blood, the life slowly leaving him. His hair was a mess. His eyes filled with fear. His breath came in wild gasps. He stared at him with an intensity that was unnerving, his lips moving desperately as he searched for words. "Get out while you still can." He gasped out, the words so soft that they could barely be heard above the soft music pouring through the car radio. The point made, his soul finally allowed him the relief he had been so desperately seeking. His breath left him completely, and his body sagged down into the dirt. If only Sanctus had taken him seriously. --edit--