“He's faster than I am; stronger; smiling as he dodges my imperfect shot. Blood is now smeared across his face, streaked through his hair. His clothes drip as he walks, his boots leaving red footprints along the white floors. He's wounded in several places but this fact doesn't seem to bother him. In fact he seems delighted. There's no one left to kill but me. The inmate winks at me. "Looks like we're finally alone, beautiful" I fire again.”