First of the gang to die - Second chapter

I think I broke his arm, sprained it maybe. I definitely felt his nose crack though, but that doesn’t matter right now. Because right now the blades of emerald green are brushing along my spine and the clouds in the sky are hugging me all over.
He pleaded for mercy as I knocked him down, the brick smashing his jaw, he pleaded while his hands where covered in blood trying to protect his face, screaming as I struck his temple with another blow, striking him with such force that a chunk of brick broke away; sharp shards catching my face as I cocked my arm ready for another plunge. But like a said that isn’t important right now. My arm reaches up and my fingertips caress the face of the sun my eyes are alight with wonder. Its power doesn’t blind me and the heat does not and cannot hurt me. I feel the warmth soft and gentle, caressing me all over, wave after wave kissing my body, seeping inside consuming and becoming me. I fall deep into the core, drowning into the dream.
He screamed for mercy as I kicked and stamped on his face, telling me he didn’t want to die; begging me to stop. The soul of my foot escorted his teeth down the back of his throat. My foot plunged into the pit of his stomach, almost disappearing inside him. I kicked again, again and again.
Warm kisses everywhere as I drown deeper inside.
I don’t think he was conscious as I stood over him, emptying his wallet.
I dropped the wallet on his swollen face, blood oozing from the nose his eyes ringed black the pupils broken.
The warm breeze spreads through me sanctifying every bone, muscle and nerve.
I’m home.
I’m home.
Nothing else matters.