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He cocks the gun and levels it between my eyes.
What?! He’s killing me so soon?! I thought…
I shut my eyes tight and prepare for the bullet.
My child! I’ll never get to meet my child!
Tears flow down my eyes, and I squeeze them painfully tight when I hear a loud bang. I flinch and my eyes open after a few moments.
I’m not dead?
The sounds of gunshots blazing and men shouting both in pain and terror fills my ears. My hopes rise.
Have they come for me?
“Shit!” the man holding me at gunpoint exclaims. The shots are getting closer. He leaves me there, after a moment of hesitation, and escapes with some of his men.
I hold back the tears as the gunshots get closer, and only let go when I see Tanner running towards me, a worried look on his face.
Soon, the others arrive after him, and they quickly loosen me up.
A man immediately spears into Rueben, sending them both crashing to the ground.
About five more men materialize with baseball bats in their hands. Tanner and Josiah tuck their guns back into their pants, and exchange glances with evil smirks before taking fighting stances.
“Come on, boys. Let's see what you got.” Josiah tightens his fists, and soon the other guys launch their attack.
Rueben and the other guy are grunting and exchanging blows in a corner. His opponent seems to be a formidable one. He is just as big as Rueben, and he fights like him as well.
Tanner and Josiah weave through dangerous swings that can take off a person's head with one impact. It is a beautiful sight to behold. All three of them fighting to save my life. Josiah has the muscles and the strength, and his punches are so heavy that whoever is unfortunate enough to receive one always staggers.
Tanner has the speed and skills; he’s shorter but faster than his enemies, which gives him the upper hand. Unlike Josiah, who fights with his fists alone, Tanner fights with both his hands and feet. His flexibility is a thing of marvel. He has a way of seamlessly weaving around advances. His flips and other tactics are unique. His ability to will himself into the air while administering kicks to his opponents’ faces is so hot.
Rueben's kick is caught mid-air, leaving him standing on one leg. A second later, he rises in the air and strikes his opponent's face with the other leg. The man lands on the floor and then arms himself with a baseball bat lying beside a knocked-out man. He swings violently as Rueben turns away from him to face me.
“Rueben, watch out!” I alert him, and he immediately ducks, allowing the bat to swing over his head.
Tactically, he circles around the man and lifts him up from the waist. In a heartbeat, he slams the man down to the ground.
My jaw drops in amazement as he suddenly catches a knife thrown at him without even turning to look at it. I am impressed by his reflexes. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen a fight like this.
The knife aimed at his temple is now in his hand. He glances at the man who threw it, and then throws it back.
It streaks through the air, flipping over and over with a speed his target couldn't catch or dodge. The knife hits the man, burying deep into his heart. He falls down. Dead.
Like a beast, Rueben drags his previous opponent, who had been beneath him all this while. He groans at the man's weight as he spins him around, and then flings him carelessly.
Josiah is so engrossed in drilling his bloody fists into his fallen opponent’s face that he doesn't see the man about to strike him with a bat from behind.
The man Rueben had thrown away like a car tire now crash lands upon the sneaky one. The impact forces Josiah to turn. He looks at Rueben and says, “I had that, you know.”
Rueben says, “You're welcome.”
Tanner lifts his leg. His foot connects with his opponent's jaw in a vicious front kick. The force shatters the man’s jaw, and at the same time snaps his neck.
We all hear it snap, and my eyes flinch at the horrible death. The man Rueben had flung and the one that was crashed into suddenly rise and make a run for the door.
“Are you going to handle that, or should I?” Josiah asks Rueben, and the latter says, “Please, do the honors.”
