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He tries to stab me but hesitate. What a fool, he would of killed me if he hadn't stopped himself, but his stance was wrong. "You were an idiot to hesitate. If you were to kill don't think about it, or the tables would turn." I reach for the scalpel, He slashes my hand. "You little! Give it!" I reach for the miniature knife once more, but this time I grab his hand, Throw him on the floor, and get on top of him with his arm in my hand, twisting slowly. "If you don't want to lose an arm, I suggest you put. The scalpel. Down." I felt like I was getting light headed but I must continue. My blood all over the place, on his arm, on the ground, and on my scalpel, at least I get an endless supply of blood to test. He drops the knife. "Will you attack me, Connor Manson?" I feel him fidget, but it didn't seem like he was trying to get up, so it must have been something else. He slightly shakes his head. I slowly get off of him starting with my legs, I stand up with my hands still on his arms. I take my hands off quickly just in case he tries to attack me again. He gets up and sits on the table. "Now, I need to get this fixed." He looks at my hand, then the floor, then his arm. He licks the blood off of his arm. "So you are like a dog." I put some of my blood on a plate for later. I close it up and I put it I'm a saver, along with his blood. I walk over to the table he was sitting on. But then...