'It's pretty hard to calm down when your arm feels like it's on fire lady!' Jonas though angrily as blood kept seeping out of his wound. He felt light in the head, darkness appearing in the edges of his eyes. The cube became redder and redder, eventually filling the cube with visceral bits of flesh and bone. His screaming became quieter, his thrashing reduced to the occasional twitch but the steady stream of blood was almost horrifying. Bullets ricocheted back, some grazing him while some missed him completely. 

He was dying and as he became stiller and stiller, his thoughts were only filled of betrayal...