I looked down to see Roger waking up into consciousness. He groaned and held a hand up to his face, wiping his chin. When he pulled it away and it was bloody, he grunted. “What the fuck?” he hissed. I smirked at him. From where I stood, he seemed like such an insignificant little prick. He wasn’t intimidating or threatening at all. I watched with satisfaction as the blood trickled out of his mouth. When he tried to roll into a sitting position, Roger’s eyes rolled back in his head. For a moment I thought he was going to pass out again. “Stay awake,” Blake hissed. He leaned down and grabbed Roger by the throat, yanking him into a standing position. “What the fuck is going on? Who the fuck are you?” Roger laughed, showing a mouth full of blood and yellow teeth. “Fuck you,” he said to Blake. “I’m nobody to you, asshole. You can’t save your little girlfriend.”
