Lana stood up from the ruins of twisted metal and burning trash, her body aching and her mind dazed from the impact. Dust and smoke clouded the air, but her eyes fixed sharply ahead, drawn by the horrifying sight before her.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing.
Liam was on his knees.
A thick, bloody chain was driven straight through his torso, entering from his back and piercing out of his chest. His hand gripped the jagged steel from the front, blood dripping down his fingers, running in dark streams over his knuckles. His lips were parted slightly, a thin river of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. He didn't scream. He didn't even flinch. He just stared forward, dazed, broken, dying.
Lana's heart dropped.
"Liam..."
At the same time, something happened inside Liam's mind. His vision didn't go black. It didn't fade.
It went red.
Not from pain. Not from blood. But from the system.
DING!
