Susan gasped as she looked around. Richard was unconscious, slumped in a chair in the middle of the room. Around him were numerous pictures: one of a girl, the others of Craig. One picture in particular - the one at the far side of the room – was torn and slashed viciously to pieces.
"Oh no…" she whispered, raising a hand to her mouth.
Before she knew it, they were fighting; a large man in a suit with a menacing stare. They'd been talking for a while now, as she'd stared, oblivious to her surroundings.
"You're too late! Too late!"
Susan whipped around as a crunching sound broke through her shock. The man was stamping on several glass vials, smashing the last of the drugs. Craig dived for the las one, covering it even as the man stamped repeatedly on his hands. Susan and Sharron launched themselves onto the man, dragging him away and finally knocking him unconscious.
Craig opened his hands, letting out a breath of relief as he saw the vial was unharmed. He walked over to Richard, watching in relief as he began to stir.
Their smiles were soon wiped from their faces, however, as Richard woke fully, practically snarling as he moved to try and strangle Craig. He pulled free, calling to Sharron as he threw the vial to her. She tucked it into her pocket, looking helplessly on as Richard held up a knife to his friend. Craig moved backwards, dodging blows and using the pictures as cover. Sharron ran up behind Richard, to be pushed against a picture with a knife to her throat
"Richard!" Craig roared, catching his friend's attention as Sharron made a grab for the knife. He threw her into a pile of boxes and the knife slipped from his grasp.
Susan dived, grabbing him by his ankle, trying to break his balance. He swung his leg around, throwing her roughly into the chair he'd been on. Craig grabbed him, struggling and eventually pushing him into another pile of boxes. He got up quickly, his hands fastening around Craig's throat. Craig grabbed his friend by the shoulders, trying to push him away. Sharron darted behind him, grabbing Richard's hair and pulling him backwards. Susan pulled at his arms, pinning them to his side, as his hands slipped away from Craig's throat. Craig hesitated, knowing what he had to do and not liking a second of it. He braced himself, landing a hard punch on Richard's face. He seemed to struggle with himself before punching him again. Richard's head lolled, blood running from his mouth and a cut in his head, but still he remained stubbornly conscious. The last, hesitant blow soon saw to that through. He slumped forward, Craig catching him and holding him to his chest, not caring about the blood, his face contorted with rage and worry.