Oliver stand on the cold stone floor of the corridor, a perfectly circular, melon-sized hole gaping in his midsection. He stared blankly at the empty space where his organs should have been, a look of utter disbelief and confusion etched on his face.
For a few seconds, he didn't seem to understand what had happened to him. Then, red blood began to well up from the edges of the horrifying wound, spilling onto the grimy floor.
The pain, delayed by shock, finally hit him with overwhelming force. A choked gasp escaped his lips. He knew, with chilling certainty, that he was dying. This was the end. He slowly began to fall backward.
Adam, walked calmly towards the collapsing Oliver. He reached him just as Oliver's back hit the floor, and knelt beside the dying man. Adam's white eyes, with their pinpricks of glowing light, looked down at Oliver without pity or any discernible emotion.
