There he lay, lifeless. His body severely bruised and battered, with lacerations around his neck and muscular chest. His skin was a pale cream; his lips a lilic tinge. His eyes were in the back of his head. Dried blood inked the bedsheets he was laying on, but there was already stains on the motel bed, and mixed with the red, causing an aray of dirt brown to bloody yellow. The weird tattoo on his chopped up chest began to glow a golden arua. The symbolic tattoo began to turn on his skin. Slowly spinning around, but not leaving his skin. Then it stopped abruptly.
His skin begain to regain colour, into a nice healthy light beige. His wounds started to disappear into new skin, without even a hint of the original cut. His eyes slowly rolled out from the back of his head, showing his apple green eyes, glossy and dazed. The dried blood retreated up the sheets, leaving no clot behind. With a push from his muscle full arms he lifted himself up, with the aray of cracks and snaps from the bones in his back. He shuck his head from a twitch, and clicked his neck.
" This will have to be the last time this happens..." He said, with a shake of his head into his hands. He then felt an itch on the bridge of his nose. He huffed and stuck his tounge out. It was thick and lizard-like, and long. He itched his nose with it.
" One day you're not gonna return dude..."