James body contorted in pain as the great weight was lifted from his chest. "This must be what if feels like to die" he thought.. His eyes fluttered open, glancing at the face of a beautiful angel peering over his body. She must be his guardian angel. "Oh, Hello Gorgeous.." he breathed, his raspy voice just above a whisper.
Slowly, as the cold pain continued pulsing through his body, James realised he wasn't going anywhere. He was alive, barely, and the figure above him was a person, not his guardian angel. "Wh- Who are you?" he rasped, James slowly sat up onto his elbows. His torso ached, but no searing pains informed him he was mostly fine. He blinked up towards the figure, suddenly he realised she was pointing a gun right at him. Scrambling backwards, James fist which had loosely been clutching a switchblade tightened, and he raised up the blade, pointing it towards her head. Almost immediately afterwards he yelled in pain, his head throbbing, and a warm, wet stickiness began running down his neck. Dropping the switchblade, and reaching backwards to his head he felt a bare, sticky wet gash where his hair and skin had previously been.
Grunting, James tried to pull himself into a standing position, but his head felt light. And he stumbled to his knees in front of the girl.
James swallowed, his mouth tasted like iron and rust, he breathed deeply, "Where am I?" his voice still barely above a croaky whisper.