RYDER

I don't feel the pain of the stab wound on my shoulder. Right now, as I punch Ray's chest to a pulp, I feel close to invincible.

I give him a shove and he lands on the ice hard. The knife flies right out of his hand, way out of reach. The hatred he has for me is stamped all over his face, but all it does is please me.

Someone creeps up behind me, trying to choke me. I get rid of him easily, breaking his arm in the process. His screams echo, but I turn my attention away from him and ...