One look. One look at Mickeys unconscious body laying lifeless underneath his father. One look at Terry Milkovich who straddled above his son tightening his grip around his neck. One look at Mickeys face as it slowly turned from red to purple. One look was all it took for Ian jump across the room and grab the lamp that sat on Mandy's end table. Without hesitation Ian swung the lamp his hardest directly at Terry's head. Terry got up he stumbled and staggered; completely disoriented. Disoriented or not that only made the eyes of the monster grow wider and angrier with rage. Ian didn't think the blow to the head would render him unconscious but at least it would get him off of Mickey. Ian didn't know if Mickey were still alive or dead and that worried Ian even more but Ian had no time to worry however, he looked at the staggering beast in front of him and thought up his next move while he still could.

Mandy's room simply wasn't big enough. There wasn't another lamp or anything else that Ian could use as a blunt object, so he had to take his chances leading Terry into the living room. The living room wasn't much bigger but it would have to do. Just so long as Terry was no longer on top of Mickey- thats all Ian cared about. Mickey Milkovich- was all Ian cared about.

"You came to the wrong house fucking ass digger!" Terry shouted finally regaining his stance. his breathing became very forced and his face became red with fury. Ian thought that in any moment he could die. Terry would come and attack him and pummel him until his blood stained the floor. Terry might strangle Ian to death like he had tried to with Mickey. Terry might grab the gun that sat in the back of his waistband and shoot him. Ian thought about this for a moment. He thought about him dying and how this wasn't the way he was suppose to kick it. But dying was the least of Ian's concerns at this moment, at this moment his biggest concern was the injured Milkovich boy who lay unconscious on the floor. He would die before he would let anything happen to him.

Ian charged at Terry like a bull seeing red, he charged at him with fury in his own eyes. He tried to fight Terry down but when it came down to actual scrapping; Terry owned him. Not because Terry was a trained fighter like Ian, but because Terry didn't fight fair. Terry grabbed the top of Ian's red hair and threw him down to the ground. With a thundering bang Ian heard his body crash into the floor beneath him.

WHACK- Terry's knuckles cracked when they made contact with Ian's face.

WHACK- Ian's nose dislocated dripping blood profusely.

WHACK- Ian felt his teeth loosen under Terry's fist.

Ian was now unrecognizable by the amount of blood that was painted across his face. Terry wouldn't stop hammering blows hitting Ian straight on. Blood was dripping down Ian's forehead and into his eyes making it almost impossible to see. Should've pulled out the gun Ian thought, remembering that he had his boss' gun tucked away in his own waistband. The gun that he had brought over to scare Terry with. What was I thinking? Ian thought as Terry continued to pummel him. Terry isn't afraid of some little pussy gun. Terry had AK's and shotguns laying around-what was some small baby gun going to do to a man like Terry?

Ian was just about to lose consciousness when he heard CLICK come from one of the bedrooms. It might have been in Ian's head but he didn't feel the sting of Terry's fist connecting with his face anymore. Matter of fact, he didn't feel Terry on top of him anymore either. Ian tried to open his eyes but the blood was still dripping down into them. He quickly wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater then he saw it. He saw Mandy Milkovich standing with Ian's older brother Lip a couple feet away - with what was assumed to be a loaded sawed off shotgun.