Cry just looked at Ken. Stunned. He had gotten here so quickly. He hadn't even heard Ken's car pull up.
Ken just kept looking at Cry and then looked at the men, "look, I haven't exactly had the best day so if you gentlemen would be oh so kind and go away that would be fantastic."
The men just started to laugh then one spoke, "sorry, but we can't do that."
Ken patted the steel pipe against his hand slowly, the look in his eyes ice cold. "And why not?"
The man stepped forward, "because we don't want to."
"That sucks. Cry, keep Pewdie safe. I'll deal with these clowns."
Cry could feel see the anger in Ken's eyes and just nodded. In seconds Ken was charging at the man and in seconds the man had a gun in his hand.
Ken stopped in his tracks and Cry couldn't breathe. Cry slowly laid Pewdie to the ground. The man just smiled and cocked the gun. Ken no longer had the determined look in his eyes. He had fear.
The man placed his finger on the trigger, looking Ken right in the eyes. The pipe dropped to the ground. Ken couldn't move. He promised he would protect Cry and Pewdie. Pewdie. The determination flowed through him once again. The only reason he had showed up was because of Pewdie. Even if Pewdie loved Cry now he would never stop protecting Pewdie.
Ken picked up the pipe again as fast as he could and charged at the man holding the gun, pipe ready to swing.
The man pulled the trigger. Time began to go into slow motion for Cry as he held Pewdie in his arms. The bullet hit Ken in the shoulder. He winced and swung the pipe at the man's face. It collided and the man went down.
Ken looked up at the other men with blood thirst pulsating through his veins and then he fell to the ground. The pipe slowly rolling out of his hands. The fight was over. Then the world went black.
