[There's a sound at the back of his throat, burning to a feverish pitch. One of his eyes his hot and sticky and coated in blood. The shards of foreign objects rammed into it. He squints through the veil of crimson that's fogging his remaining eye, blistering his vision over.]
[The little red light is lost in the wash of scarlet.]
[He doesn't care. The familiarity of the camera lens, that unblinking dark eye pointed at him, is too much for him to bear.]
[Alex surges to his feet, a fiery cocktail of adrenaline and blood and howling, and tries to plow into him.]
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[The little red light is lost in the wash of scarlet.]
[He doesn't care. The familiarity of the camera lens, that unblinking dark eye pointed at him, is too much for him to bear.]
[Alex surges to his feet, a fiery cocktail of adrenaline and blood and howling, and tries to plow into him.]