No Strings Attached | ?

        I narrowly miss the chunk of ceiling about to squash me, tackling Necksnapper back in the process. With him taken aback from my force and me still having a bit of anger left--and of course my natural pettiness--I take the opportunity to throw some punches to wherever I can land them.

        Although I'm successful for the first few seconds, let me remind you that Necksnapper is a gigantic man, probably at least two heads taller than me, so he's able to regain composure quicker than I'd like and start assaulting me back. He gives me a rough shove in the stomach, then with his meat hands he slams my lungs out of my chest.

        I can't tell if this power came from the fact that he's actually strong or if it's just that he's really big, but either way I stumble back so quickly and dramatically that I fall on my ass and groan from the numbing starting to build.

        I can hear Necksnapper's heavy footsteps come close to me and, as he towers over me, that's when I finally realize bullets are being shot from everywhere. I can hear guns reloading and firing in a viciously speedy pattern, making me finally come to my senses and ignore my injuries momentarily. I try scooting back with my squirming limbs, but then Necksnapper picks me up by my collar and shakes me.

        Every move brings me horrible sensations of agony, and I can't find the power in my shaky hands to throw punches back.

        But then it happens.

        Necksnapper suddenly drops me, making me groan louder in pain, surprise being all that covered his face. He looks down to his chest slowly and I do the same. There's nothing. But then, as we make eye contact, blood is pooling from his mouth and he starts to choke. He wobbles for a short second before he leans forward, ready to collapse. I move out of the way as quickly as I can, and I avoid the crushoning of Meat Man. And there, in his back, I see a bullet wound, spouting blood every millisecond.

        I slowly sit up, wiping blood from my nose nimbly.

        But suddenly, however, I feel something shoot through my shoulder. I jolt, squeeze my injured shoulder, and fall back slowly, the sting becoming unbearable as I lay there silenced. Goddammit.

        As I'm drowning in the hurt, I can hear from a distance someone screeching "NO!!"

        The person who shot me looks up from my pathetic body, only to be shoved out of the way by a blondie in a cop uniform.

        Jonah is so quick I can't even process his movements, but when he's by my side I smile crookedly, seeing a faint outline of his pretty features. I can make out the bruises and the dried blood littered on his skin, but he still has such a wonderful face.

        "Hey, Tony!" He stammers. "I-It's me! You know--Jonah? Your--" He chokes for a second, "your boyfriend?"

        I can feel the numbing subside in that instant, and my eyes widen in response. In all honesty, I'm not even in control of myself anymore, I'm this close to passing out.

        Boyfriend . . . I'm Jonah's boyfriend.

        Heh. That's a pretty thought.

        I pass out.