What makes the hole such a monstrous creation? No matter how long you spend trying to crawl out, you could fall back down in an instant.

I was falling fast, really fast. I would be dead in seconds. It honestly didn't matter to me, dead .........alive I no longer saw a difference. There was only 1 thing in my mind, those eyes. The eyes of a devil and the eyes of an angel. They haunted me, I had been used like a tool. I took out some bolts, screwed some back in, and was tossed away. I always thought I was the best; no one could touch me. I had reached my peak. I had become the youngest leader of all time. I felt godly, but the truth was that i was just a naive 18-year-old punk seeking truth and a way out. I realized I was about to die, falling inches away from the ground. It was happening again, time had stopped. I could live a whole lifetime in an instant, if i tried hard enough. That was the case this time. As fast as my life flashed by I had hit the ground. I hadn't felt such pain before. If the internal injuries didn't kill me, Id go crazy from the pain. After 2 or 3 minutes of hoping for death I decided to make a crawl for it. My masters words still ringing in my head, "There are 2 choices u can make in life, you can lie there and hope to bleed to death, or u can crawl, try to make things right " I felt like a turtle stuck on his back, just trying to get enough momentum to move. But no matter how long a turtle struggles it can never get up. I had given up, the one thing I said I'd never do. While I was lying on my back that same car pulled up, with those screeching tires and blue neons. That's when the true flashback started, the flashback of my life, the life of Cid Marcus, not the life of Loki.