Chapter 6 - The Calvary Has Arrived

This time when Ed lunged I didn't avoid his attack. He was a big man but I knew how to fight and it was obvious he didn't. Slamming into me hard with his shoulder I stumbled backwards surprised at the force behind his attack, maybe I had underestimated him. What could this man really do? I wondered as I saw his right fist come flying towards my face. Ducking I narrowly avoided his attack and I came back with a right hook of my own straight to his stomach. As my fist connected with the soft flesh of his abdomen I heard him grunt and then moan as he curled around him self his hands dropping to where I'd wounded him.

I stepped back waiting on his next attack and readied myself. I refused to attack him first, this was his anger not mine. They were his parents not mine. The next thought that crossed my mind was that I had to get back to my family before this crazy man could hurt them. I had to protect them. Lost in my thoughts I wasn't paying attention as he ran at me and threw another punch, my reaction time was slower because I had been distracted and I raised my arm too late. I felt his fist connect with the side of my face and I immediately felt the pain shoot from my jaw through the back of my head. That was going to leave a mark, I had to stop being careless. I had seriously underestimated this man. He might not be a fighter but he knew how to hit hard.

Backing away I raised my fists to block my face and kept my body covered with my arms, my stance wide I rocked back to avoid another punch. As I settled on my heel and ducked again I decided it was time to knock him out, at least then I could go for help and get him restrained. Coming up from my crouch I lunged forward and rammed my fist as hard as I could at the underside of his jaw. As my hand connected with his chin I felt his head snap back. He stumbled. As he stepped backward and tried to regain his balance I lunged again this time connecting my other fist with the side of his face. He stumbled backwards again and this time I brought up my knee and as it connected to his stomach and he doubled over I grabbed him by the back of his head slamming him down onto the ground.

As he groaned and tried to roll himself over I started kicking, first his stomach, then his head, side, legs, arms, back. Finally when he was in the fetal position with his back facing me I stopped. Willing to give him a change to surrender. I stepped back and dropped my hands, he couldn't punch from down there. "Ed, are you willing to stop fighting now and come back to the safe house with me? We can leave all this here, including the fight. It's your choice."

As I looked down at him he rolled over onto his side facing me and dropped his hands from his face. He looked up at me and began to not. "Yes" he choked out between grunts. As I felt myself start to relax I stepped toward him offering him my hand to help him up off the ground. As I waited to feel his fleshy dirt covered palm in mine I looked him over and then out of the corner of my eye I saw him reach out his hand quickly and grab my ankle. My mind was slow to register what was happening and his hand closed around my leg and he yanked backwards pulling me off balance. I felt my body falling backwards and I had no way to turn to absorb the impact because he still held firm to my ankle. As the back of my head met the ground I felt pain shoot through me blackness obscured the edges of my vision and stars danced behind my eyelids. I guess I deserve this, a voice flitted through my head.

As I tried to open my eyes I felt a weight, no, it was him climbing on top of me his shadow obscured my vision as the sun shone brightly behind his head. It lit up behind him like a halo, a lie, this man was no angel. I tried to raise my arms and I felt him grab them shoving them under the weight of his legs, his knee caps jammed into the pits of my elbows. Rocking back and forth trying to get away I felt his fists start connecting with me. Face, ear, chest, throat, face. Finally I screamed. I felt the sound like a living thing rip from my chest as I opened my mouth and his fist connected with my collar.

That is when I heard it. Something clicked, a branch breaking under someones weight. Someone was coming to rescue me. "Get off of her," a stern voice called out from somewhere that I couldn't see, "stand up, raise your hands, or I'll shoot." It was a female voice. I groaned as I felt him still. Suddenly the weight lifted off me. I could make out the faint outline of his arms raising above his head.

Relief.

And then...

...my world went black.

Hey guys, Jamie again. Thanks for reading. I know I'm taking forever with my updates. Hopefully I've finally gotten past my writers block. I apologize for it. Life has been pretty hectic lately but If you are still reading I hope you enjoy. I wanted this chapter to be more exciting, my initial instinct was to have Scar give in and let Ed win but what would be the fun in her going down without a fight. But she still had to be real, ready to forgive and give chances. I want to make sure I develop her as a character well. At the same time I didn't want to give away too much here. I plan on trying to pump out another chapter by February. Hope you enjoy!