End game 2

When Lucas didn’t move an inch, the blood in James’s body froze. Shit!

"Lucas?" James called out to his friend, but Lucas still did not make a sound or move a muscle.

Shit! Shit! Shit! He really hadn't meant to kill his friend. He had wanted someone else to do that for him.

If Sera ever found out about this, she would never forgive him. Heck! she'd probably seek revenge too!. And if she didn't get the revenge first, then Amelia would probably cut his head off and hang it on her dresser.

Shit! what was he supposed to do now?

Suddenly, he heard something, and his ears pricked up to listen more closely. Then he heard it again – a groan. Then he saw Lucas shift his head just a little, and he burst into relieved laughter. Lucas was alive after all.

Lucas groaned again in pain as he tried to move his twisted limbs. But it was impossible to do with the amount of injuries he had.

"Lucas," James called out, "Hey man, can you move?"

Lucas only answered with an inaudible groan, and James