King Me"Stay down." he said, viciously slamming the man's face into the dirt as he looked over his shoulder, his eyes wide, as if it would help him to see through the dark. With the only sound piercing the silence the rustling of trees around them, the man's uncertainties seemed unwarranted. The man he straddled appeared severely injured, fresh third degree burn wounds covering his body like a throbbing, bloody cloak. The entirety of his right arm was destroyed, the charred nub of his shoulder and most of his torso warped by an intense blast.
"Let them come," the injured man said without a trace of the pain he endured showing in his tone, his eyes meeting his captor's with unfounded confidence. "I am a criminal after all, right?"
He said nothing, only burrowing the man's head further into the moist soil until the only thing he could taste was the dirt beneath him.
The serial killer had finally fallen to his knees and was at the mercy of the federal agent. He could remember how many years he w