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Rain starting to pound the tin roof as thunder sounds throughout the building. The holes that were seen invites the rain drops inside for a little sneak peak of what was held inside. My hair is drenched and my shirt was well on its way. A smell of aging blood, sweat and rain. The sounds of flesh hitting flesh echo through open doors. Grunts and groans usually following behind. I peer around to my left to make sure Brandy has taken the family. Seeing them leave out the door I turn just in time to have my jaw hit by his balled fist. Throwing me off course, I held my jaw, my breathing deep and fast. Wiping the blood from my mouth, my eyes narrow as I see a smile on his bloody face. I charge at him, yelling, my arms outstretched in front of me. Wrapping my arms around his body, I take him to the floor. We roll on the wet, tattered carpet him on top of me. His fists violently repeating its thrusts into my rib cage and face. Coughing up specks of blood, I shove my knee in between his legs. A loud groan of pain escapes from his lips. I then proceed to push him off of me, taking the opportunity to pound my fist into his face. He kicks me off him, my back slamming against the wall. Grimacing, We stay seated for a while, trying to regain our strength.

"You gonna kill me Josh?" He says in between breathes. Wiping away most of the blood on his face, staring at it in amazement. Like a little boy who just received his first toy. It was sickening.

"That’s the plan." I hiss, my hand resting on my knee. My breathing calming down. A sharp pain shooting through my ribs each time I took a breath. The truth is, is that I can’t kill him. It would be wrong, and he knew it. An on going battle inside my head, should I kill him, or should I not. Looking over I see him slowly standing. Wincing in pain, I stood as well, my hand guarding my side.

"Well...guess we should see if this plans holds out then." He says cooly. His eyes darting around the room. I am guessing to look for any kind of weapon. I spot the knife in the corner, but the gun is closer to him. He jumps for the gun, sliding on his side, his hand stretching. I run towards the table jumping over it, my hand grabbing the corner, flipping it on its side as a shield. Bullets rang out, three hitting the table and piercing right through, whizzing past my body. Shit that was close. I peak up, grabbing the gun I have inside my jacket. Looking around to try and find him There were a four large pillars in this room. Another bullet rang past my head, inches away from my ear. Ducking slightly I press the trigger letting out four bullets. Watching as they hit the concrete pillar one after the other, grey dust particles dispersing through the air.

Ducking down behind the table, I empty the clip seeing I only have two more bullets. Fuck. My palm hitting the clip back in, I wait, listening intently. I hear the sound of another bullet flying towards my direction. Too slow to really move the bullet pierces through the table, flying into my flesh, ripping the muscles and tendons on its way deeper into my arm. I yelp the force sending my body back a ways, holding my arm. The rumble of laughter hurt my ears as he stands over me. He then kneels down, taking my shirt collar raising me inches away from his face.

"You should have planned this out a little better there Josh." He spits out, the gun’s barrel to my temple. Breathing heavily, I close my eyes, accepting my fate. Maybe now I can be with my family. See my wife’s beautiful face. Feel her touch one more time. Smell my kids hair like I use to before I told them goodnight. A sharp pain woke me out of my day dream, a new gash on my cheek where he has hit me with the gun. "Wake up Josh! This is no time to sleep!" He laughs, sliding my aching, bleeding body across the floor. Looking over my shoulder I see he is heading for the knife. His favorite weapon of choice. The knife can decide if you have a slow painful death, or fast pain-free death. I was hoping for the fast one, ever since last year I have been dying slowly. Painfully. Now, I just want to die.

"Oh come on Josh. You can’t give up now! We have only just begun!" He bellows, holding his arms open to the raining sky. He kneels down beside me, his lips close to my ear. His hot breath stinging my skin. "Are you giving up just like you gave up on your family Josh? Your poor innocent family?" He begins to laugh, his breath like acid on my skin now. "They sure didn’t give up on you. Screaming for your name. ‘Daddy! Daddy!’." Tears well up in my eyes. I’m not sure if it was tears of sadness or anger. Maybe a bit of both. My knuckles begin to turn white as my hand balls tightly. Looking at him laughing away. I swiftly bring my knuckles to his jaw, feeling bone crack into pieces. Not sure if it was his jaw or my knuckles. His screaming confirming that it was his jaw that shattered. Holding his jaw in immense pain, I get the strength to stand again. Walking over to his pathetic excuse for a body, my foot slamming into his side over and over.

"Fuck you!" I yell, kicking him. Thunder shakes the room, as lighting lights up the dark heavens. I slowly stop, looking down. Watching his stomach I can’t tell if he is breathing or not. Swallowing, I slowly take to my knees, my shoulder now screaming in pain. Pushing him over, his eyes are shut, his mouth a few inches open, slightly crooked. Breathing hard, I brush my hair back with my bloody hand. Tears flowing freely. Finally avenging my family’s deaths. "Asshole." I whisper, beginning to stand. Halfway into standing, my stomach gets jabbed by something sharp. Looking down I see the handle of a knife protruding out from my body. And the satisfying grin on his face as he rises, his palm pushing the blade deeper into my intestines. I grunt, my eyebrows lowering, my mouth open, taking in little gasps of air.

"No...Fuck you." He says harshly, driving it deeper, slowly twisting. My nails digging into his arms, telling him stop. Taking one hand away he brings it to my throat, making it even harder for me to breath. Lifting me until the tips of my shoes scrap across the carpet. My face begins to turn red from lack of air, my eyes feeling as if they were about to pop out. The vision blurring for a couple of seconds. My hands pound on his shoulders as he just laughs at my weak attempt to get him to stop. I can feel my heart losing the race it had started when we first entered the building. My eyes becoming heavier. The pain all over my body is slowly fading. Closing my eyes, I still gasp for air. Seeing my wife, her gorgeous smile. We hug.

"Don’t give up Josh." She whispers, pulling my jacket back pointing to the knife that I had tucked away in my belt. Smiling I held her hand, not wanting to let go. "You have to let me go Josh." She smiles as I shake my head no. Kissing me on the forehead she releases her grip fading away in the bright light that consumes her. My eyes flash open, I see he is too busy laughing. So, taking that chance I go for the knife. Slowly sliding it out I raise it jolting it down on his neck, blood spraying out like a broken faucet. His hand releases the grip, his eyes wide in shock. Falling to the floor I sit there watching his body dance around before it finally fell to the floor with a loud thud. A raspy gasp was the last sound he made. The blood flowing like a river into a lake around him. Breathing hard I peer down at the knife in my stomach. Swallowing, I hold my head back. Welcoming the slow death that will soon take me. Closing my eyes I fall to my side. Breathing slower. I then feel a soft hand on my cheek. Smiling I hold on to it.

"Alice. I didn’t give up." I say in a whisper, kissing the hand. "I’m gonna let you go now." I release the hand as I feel my heartbeat begin to die. My ears picking up the sounds of voices.

"No Josh. It’s Brandy." She says. Her hand brushing my hair back. "Just hang on sir. We’re getting you out of here." I open my eyes, seeing those beautiful blue eyes. I smile, her neck is wrapped in gauze and her forehead has two stitches. I nod to her, closing my eyes once more. Feeling my body being lifted onto a gurney. I feel the brisk cool wind hit my steaming face as I come outside. My shoulder being patted by my fellow officers who did as they were told. Pushing me into the ambulance I motion for Brandy to come here. Opening my eyes slightly I see her sitting next to me. Taking the oxygen mask off she leans forward.

"Why didn’t you stay put like the other guys?" I ask, still slightly annoyed. I see her smile, her hand resting on mine.

"Cause sir. You said guys stay here. I’m not a guy." She smirks, laughing a bit. I smile also, shaking my head some what. Laughing as best I could, my hand gripping onto hers the whole ride to the hospital. Maybe now I have a reason to live.