There was pain through Jack’s head
and down his spine. The concrete was hard against his face. A man was shouting.
Molly screamed for help. There were hands in his pockets, rooting round. One of
the men was yelling for quiet. He was shoving his gun into Molly’s face.
Jack forced his hands against the
ground under his chest and heaved himself up. The club smashed down into his
shoulder again but he didn’t stop moving. He was on his feet.
There were two of them. The one with
Molly was facing away. The one with the club smashed it against Jack’s chest, drew
it back for another strike then swung it forward. Jack grabbed it and wrenched
it out of the man’s hands.
Shock and fear covered the man’s face
that turned to venomous anger. Jack drew the club down by his thigh. The man
pulled out a knife and lurched forward, going for a stomach stab. He started to
call out to his friend. Jack brought the club up and mashed it into his face. He
stumbled, flailing round with the knife, trying to slash at Jack but Jack
brought the club vertically down. The man buckled. Jack struck him again as
hard as he could and the shudder ran up his arm to his shoulder.
Molly screamed. Jack span round. The
other man had one hand round her throat. His gun was jammed into her cheek,
bending her head back. Jack grabbed the back of his hair. The gun jerked up and
went off. Molly screamed again. The man stumbled backwards, losing his balance.
Molly go!”
She was frozen, petrified.
“Go! Now!”
She staggered away. He couldn’t see
where she’d run to but it didn’t matter.
The man with the gun swung it round
and pointed it at Jack. Reacting instinctively, he swiped the gun to the side
with the branch. It went off again, taking a chunk out of his flailing shirt.
He whipped the club back. It glanced the man’s face. He tried to bring the gun
round again. Jack smashed him in the middle of his forehead.
He brought the club down over and
over again onto of the his head and his chest. The man fell to the ground but
Jack kept going, barely in control in his terror and desperation to protect
himself and Molly. Each blow sent a shockwave up his arms and into his chest
but he couldn’t stop himself.
When he finally managed to, the deed
was done.
He could barely catch his breath but
he could see clearly what was before him.
Both men lay still.
Perfectly still.
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