I'm not even sure if I'm alive. The pain from running so much has disappeared completely and has been replaced by a sort of euphoria. I'm almost as happy as I was with him. Almost.
"Please! You've gotta stop! Killing more of your friends solves nothing. It also dishonors his memory." I hear a familiar gruff voice shout from behind me. I don't even turn around. I just aim the pistol over my shoulder and pull the trigger. I hear a kind of gurgling sound as Knuckles struggles to say "You Bastard!" before collapsing on the ground. I take off again, not even sure of my destination.