Voice Of Knuckles Novels & Stories

“Get up,” I whispered. “Please get up, Misha.” Knuckles raised his arms and roared like a beast crowned king. He turned his back to Misha, laughing, soaking up the praise from his bloodthirsty audience. “You fucking see that?!” he shouted. “See who fucking win?! Me! That's me!” “Knock him out for good, Knuckles!” someone bellowed. “Break his fuckin’ neck!” I no longer cared how obvious my panic was. Please, get up, Misha. Get up right now.

How do I conceal the wounds on my knuckles? “I'm waiting or else I'll have them bring down this door.” I open the door and resume back to my initial position. “I said I was fine man. You didn't have to come check on me.” “For starters, you don't look fine and secondly, everyone is worried sick about you. They’ve all been calling you but it's been going into voicemail. “I turned it off.” “You don't look good at all.” “I'm not.” “Jeez, your knuckles are all damaged!” Tony scolds