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September 30, 2007
She keeps hitting him, but he wonít stay down.

Itís a kaleidoscope of blood.

As her foot connects with his face his head is jerked violently aside. His body spins a split second after. She wonders if his neck is broken as his body hits the concrete.

The man has stopped moving.

The ninja takes this opportunity to examine the area. She scans the streets, the buildings. A car turns a corner.
She doesnít know what to do now. The night spins, off-center. She looks at the heap and thinks about checking his pulse and decides to go home, instead.