Blade was a huge fan of horror author Lector Price. Being his bodyguard would’ve been a dream if not for the line of 7,000 impatiently waiting for their books to be signed.
At 3:34 pm, person 2,003, Price began to bleed. A callus on his finger had torn.
“Bleed on mine, too,” the fans begged.
Blade ran for a bandage, but couldn’t get back through the frenzied crowd.
“I want a piece, too!” they demanded as Price screamed.
Blade split up the crowd.
There was no Lector Price.