Then I Realize From The Hollow Sound

You Should Have Taken Me With You," I Whisper To Him. Then I Lean My Head Against His And Begin To Cry. In My Mind, I Make A Silent Promise To My Brother's Killer. I Will Hunt You Down. I Will Scour The Streets Of Los Angeles For You. Search Every Street In The Republic If I Have To. I Will Trick You And Deceive You, Lie, Cheat And Steal To Find You, Tempt You Out Of Your Hiding Place, And Chase You Until You Have Nowhere Else To Run. I Make You This Promise: Your Life Is Mine.

Where I Come From, We're More About Efficiency,' He Replies. 'a Knife Like This'll Skewer Food, Smear Butter, And Slit Throats All At The Same Time.

To Love Is To Be Afraid. You Are Frightened, Deathly Terrified, That Something Will Happen To Those You Love. Think Of The Possibilities. Does Your Heart Clench With Each Thought? That, My Friend, Is Love. And Love Enslaves Us All, For You Cannot Have Love Without Fear.

Everything I Am Familiar With Is Gone.

Day Appears Again. This Time He Leans In Close Enough For His Hair To Brush, Light As Silk, Against My Cheeks. He Pulls Me Towards For A Long Kiss. The Scene Vanishes, Replaced Abruptly By A Stormy Night And Day Struggling Through The Rain, Blood Dripping From His Leg And Leaving A Trail Behind Him. He Collapses Onto His Knees In Front Of Razor Before The Whole Scene Disappears Again.