With the family's eyes still gripping you, you stumble over to the groaning man. It looks as if he is bleeding profusely from a wound on his head, and his leg might be broken, but is in decent shape nonetheless.

	"Sir..! Sir..! Can you hear me?" You shake the man's shoulder to try to snap him out of his stupor. "I was the one in the convertible... Let me help you..."

	You begin to drag the man out of the car as he looks up at you. His soft brown eyes harden, and he turns to look at the rest of his family. You cringe, not even able to fathom the emotions he is going through at the moment. His muscles suddenly tense, and his face tears back around towards you.

	"YOU BASTARD!" He screams. "YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD!"	

	You freeze for a moment, not suspecting this kind of verbal assault, letting one of his arms slip free of your saving grasp. As soon as you do, however, he reaches up to your head and snatches your hair with a clenched fist.

	"YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD! YOU BASTARD!" The man is crying now, agony mixed with a searing, deep rage coming through on his face. Furiously, he tears his arm down to the ground, smashing your face against the gravel. The stones sting your face, and dust clouds your eyes. The man continues to pound your face into the ground, the blood from his face flicking onto your forehead and he repeatedly screams into your eyes.	

	Suddenly recovering your wits, you attempt to struggle free, yet stand no chance against this adrenaline-driven machine. The brown-eyed man pulls you closer to the car, and begins to smash the front of your face against the metal frame of the crushed car. Your front teeth are jarred loose on the front impact, and you can feel your own hot blood run down the back of your throat. Within twenty more seconds of bashing, you begin to slip from consciousness, realizing that this crazed man will probably not stop until you are dead.



	*give in to the murky state of unconsciousness