story?

i was thinking maybe i will write a piece of fiction for this post, haha, hope no one reads it.  Probibly isnt to good, (bring the hate mail...)
OH!!! I SHOULD SAY THAT THIS IS ONLY VIOLENCE AND SHOULDN'T BE READ BY THOSE PEOPLE THAT CANT TAKE ANYTHING!! TO ME THIS ISN'T THAT BAD BUT SOME PEOPLE..... YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.


     I walk past the alley way, and a trash can shoots out of the darkness. The cold metal slams into the side of my head, hot pain flashing through my skull as I feel the bone crunch under the pressure of the throw.  The momentum of the flying object transfers to me and I crash into the wall opposite the trashcan.  I force my throbbing head to look up, I can feel my pulse, my eyesight blurs, and blood rushes to my now cut face.  A man walks out of the darkness, his eyes glued to me.  He walks with an almost feline stalk, circling me. I try to get up, my instincts screaming at me to run but my body refuses to respond.  He gets an arms distance from me and I can see the blue arteries under his fair skin, his eyes a gray blue, his pupils the slits of a cat.  I can feel my heartbeat quicken, as he reaches forward and grabs me by the collar of my jacket.  He lifts me up without so much as a grunt. Now at a stand still, he slams me against the wall behind me, I can feel the pop as my collar bone breaks under his fist.  Then he turns and throws me down the alley he can came from.  The air rushes past me and I can feel the cold wind on my cut up face.  The ground comes up before I can gain any sort of relief.  The cement slams into me and I slide for what seems like an eternity.  As I come to a stop blood from my torn skin begins to pool around me and I want to scream but my lungs are desperately gasping for air.  Any energy I had before is now gone and the will to fight is ripped from my grasp. I feel my attacker’s shadow creep up and over my back. His steel grip latches onto my ankle and lifts me up.  A trickle of blood drips down my torn cheek, and the world turns upside-down as blood rushes to my head for the second time.  My vision darkens as the world starts to spin away from me but the pain keeps me conscious.  There is a whirl and the side of a dumpster comes into contact with me at an incredible speed, my arm, getting in the way is shattering under the immense force. Something inside me burns into life and I am able to clamber to one knee. I look up, and immediately vomit blood. I wipe at it with my good arm and spit at the ground.  The man smiles for a second and rushes forward faster than my eyes can track. I look around then hold still. I can feel his breathe behind me. I spin and go to hit him with my remaining arm but as I spin, his hand goes straight to my triceps, his fingers latching onto it. His other hand blocks my punch mid swing and grabs the wrist, and pulls. I watch in horror as the man pulls my muscle and skin off my arm. The tendon rips apart my skin as it is pulled away leaving almost a trench in my arm, leading to bone. Blood spills down the rest of my arm. I start to scream but his open hand slams onto my mouth, covering it up. He stands there, hand over my mouth, and I look up to him, my consciousness wavers as more blood pumps out of my body.  He pulls my face closer to his and looks into my eyes, and tightens his grip on my mouth. I feel my jaw bone start to crack. The pain from all over my body is excruciating.  Just as the darkness starts to creep across my vision once more, another shock of pain slams into my stomach and I catch a glimpse of his arm tucked away in my stomach. Even more blood squirts up my throat and into my mouth and I hear yet another crack. I slam into the wall once more, which by now has such a large crater in it that I am able to sit there for a moment before my limp body leans forward and I tumble to the ground. Somehow I manage to stay on my knees. I hear more footfalls and look up. All I see is his fist, which lands neatly on my face and there is a noticeably loud pop as my nose is ripped out of place. The back of my skull slams into the brick wall behind me, and my eyesight flashes red. His arm comes up in another punch and the extreme force of it brings me to a standing position, then over and over his palms slam into my chest.  With each punch I feel the snap of a rib. I gasp and throw up blood all over. My insides feel somehow empty. The last bit of energy starts to fade away and I look up at the man that continues to pummel my chest. His final punch slams me into the wall and lean there for a moment. He looks at me, and a small smile flickers over his face and turns to leave. His back turned, I fall to my knees and give everything I have to keep my eyes open.  No longer able feel the beat of my heart and once more my sight flashes red.  The rest of this shell falls to the ground. My head turned to one side, I feel blood trickle out of my mouth.  Light shimmers for just a moment but then fades to black. The pain slips out of my mind, and things come to an blessed end.