The young man tried to run-or rather, he tried to stand up in preparation to run, but it was not to be. That was painfully obvious when he leaned forward too quickly and nausea so powerful as to vacate nations filled his body. He froze, his head bent over his knees, and breathing heavily. He felt something begin to rise from his stomach, and he leaned back again in an effort to let gravity force it back down, not taking his eyes from the man standing before him.
Too quickly, once again. Points of light danced crazily before his eyes. Blackness began to creep from the edges of his field of vision, slowly converging on the center, which held the man and the lights spinning about him like fireflies. The cup of blood in his hand was still held out. As the blackness closed in, he focused on the cup, trying to force the blackness back. The pounding in his head increased in tempo and power instead, and the air itself seemed to vibrate. The flickering firelight splashed across the walls, which