[ WP ] What does n't kill you makes you stronger . It actually kills a weaker you from a parallel universe , raising the average strength of all the different versions of `` you '' .

At the strike of immense pain he clutched his gut, where not too long before a knife had been embedded. All at once his body collapsed toward the steaming pavement. The torrential rain shattered the world around him, cleansing the blood from his gut but never from his hands. 
 
... 
 
 The paint-chipped door creaked and a prism of light broke into the apartment. Cans and glass bottles littered the floor, trailing all around. The place reeked of enough alcohol to render a liver useless. A bandaged Hammond sat melancholic in his bed by the window, which shuttered yet another downpour -- they never seemed to stop these days, and he held a drink in hand. 
 
 The dark figure approached. 
 
 Hammond gazed, unfazed by the intruder. `` Hello, again.'' He said calmly, monotone. 
 
 The figure halted, and did not respond. 
 
 `` You know, in the past year I've had many, many, many fatal injuries.'' 
 
 Nothing. 
 
 His blood began to bubble and his voiced tinged with anger, `` But I just wo n't die. You're always there!'' 
 
 The figure regained footing and loomed closer. 
 
 `` You caused me all this pain! Why do you let me suffer? Just fucking kill me! Do it!'' 
 
 The dark hooded figure grabbed Hammond by the throat and strangled the life out of him. After the breathing stopped, he took his hands off, almost as though he were disgusted. Hammond's corpse fell into the bed, rather ungracefully. The figure stepped back and knelt down, reaching under the bed and sliding a box out from under it. He knew that Hammond always kept it there. Every Hammond did as of late. 
 
 Within the box was a noose. The hooded man tied the rope to the ceiling fan and hung himself with it. But he did not die.
