I felt multiple emotions run through me at the same time. I was panicking and staring at the bleeding man, "you have killed him." I continued to chant in fear, backing away from bogh men. Anthony just bent down to check for a pulse. "He's alive." He spat on the floor. His knickles were a bright red and he was drenched in sweat. "Well, are you gping to call 911 or are we just going to leave him here to doe?" I was worried. The fight seemed so rushed, yet so deadly. "Antonio is a bustard." "You didn't tell me you had a twin brother, or that he was crazy. How many more secrets do you have for wellness sake!" I yelldd at him. He stood from beside his unconsciou