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Chapter 12

Nick could feel his heart pounding in his chest, how could he have been so stupid? He knew this was a bad idea!
"Nylon come on don't be silly, there's just me and you here, let's talk about this" he said as calmly as he could.

"Talk? Fucking talk! I don't want to talk!" Spat Nylon holding the gun in place, Nick could feel the heat from Nylon's body, he was shaking, sweating, the sweet smell of sweat filled the air.

Why the fuck was this kid shaking? It should be Nick shitting heaps here! "Nylon this is not the way to do things" informed Nick taking a chance and turning to face his attacker.
"Stay there! Just stay there! Don't move" screamed Nylon backing away slightly.

"Please" said Nick calmly "whatever the problem is I can help"
"I don't want your help" snapped Nylon waving the gun around.
"So what you going to do? Shoot me? Cut me up into little bits and throw me in the canal? Well come on then big man" Nick was now face to face with this maniac.
"So your going to kill me? People know where I am! They will know you've escaped from the hospital, you will be the only suspect!" Informed Nick.

He felt a chill run down his spine, he could only hope that Nylon would listen to the words he had just spoken and back down, realise he could help, realise violence is never answer.

"I'll run away, I'll go away for years" he said as the weapons he held began to visibly tremble in his hands.
"What your going to run? Vanish for years, chop off your balls and come back as your sister!" Screamed Nick daringly giving him a sharp shove "if you kill me you will never get away with it! They will never stop looking!"

Nylon took a step back and narrowed his eyes "oh yeah the coppers boyfriend" he muttered coldly.
This made Nick's blood boil how dare this idiot bring Yvonne into this!
"You watch your mouth!" Threatened Nick feeling himself sweating up, his fists clenched tightly, the fear he was feeling suddenly left his body.

Nylon could see he had touched a nerve "I'm sorry" he whispered keeping eye contact.
"You soon fucking will be" yelled Nick trying to hold his temper.
"Let's play" laughed Nylon throwing the knife at Nick's feet and tossing the gun into the near by water "come on then" he said pushing Nick hard sending him flying backwards.

He hit the ground with a thud, he looked up just in time to see Nylon charging towards him, he raised his arms to protect himself as Nylon began planting high powered punches into his torso.
Nick groaned in pain and began to fight back.

The two men rolled around on the ground, Nylon's punches came hard and fast, for a lad of his weight and height Nick was quite surprised at his strength.

The boy jumped to his feet leaving Nick on the ground clutching his ribs, blood poured from his nose and various other parts of his face "get up!" He shouted "come on doctor I'm giving you a chance" he continued picking up the knife that lay near by.

Nick rolled over and looked up at him, he was out of breath, pain surged through his body, as he lay there in agony the question as to why Nylon was doing this was spinning round his mind.
There had to be more to this, the boy had to be hiding something, Nick had clearly stepped on his toes somehow, but how? What could possibly be going on here?

"You've had your chance old boy" screamed Nylon charging towards him again, this time his words were more threatening, knife in hand, rage in his eyes, luckily this time Nick saw him coming and managed to roll out the way, his foot caught the boys and Nylon went head over heels into the drink.

Nick scrambled to his feet, his eyes began scanning the now disturbed water, he couldn't see the boy "Nylon" he called.

No answer, no movement, nothing.

As the water began to settle he dropped to his knees at the edge looking closely, he was about to jump in when Nylon's hands shot up from somewhere beneath the surface, gripping Nick's collar tightly and pulling him into the water.

The two of them splashed about for a while taking pot shots at each other with their fists, blood and spit flew between them, Nick soon released his grip allowing Nylon to swim to the side and pull himself out.

"I'm fucking out of here" stuttered Nylon his voice oozing with pure fear "I'll be back" he warned waving the knife at Nick who was still bobbing about in the water, in Nick's head the best thing to do at the moment was to stay put until Nylon had run off, he didn't have to wait long, he saw him make a call and then bolt off into the distance.

Nick promptly got out, his face and ribs stung, how was he going to explain this? He looked like he had just done 10 rounds with Ricky Hatten.

"Ohh" he groaned limping towards the wall and leaning against it for a few seconds "ahhhh" he screamed turning fast and hitting the wall as hard as he could "ohh my fucking wanking hand" he bellowed feeling a little stupid now, he already had enough injuries without causing himself more.
On top of all this he was dripping like a drowned rat, his clothes were soaked, dirty and ruined not to mention a smell that could only be described as sewage seeping from his every pour.

He limped heavily back to his car and sat on the bonnet, as his eyes scanned the surrounding area he caught sight of someone in distress, a young coloured boy lay whimpering on the ground not far from his car, curiosity got the better of him and he struggled over to the youngster, dropping to his knees he turned the boy onto his back and gasped...

The boy was Nylon...

"Oh you first class prat!" Spat Nick, it was clear to him that Nylon was in so much of a hurry to get away he had obviously tripped, fallen and rather unfortunately stabbed himself, the knife lay clutched tightly in the boys hand, Nick removed it and threw it to one side.

"Stupid little boy" he muttered removing his jacket and placing it over the stab wound.

The thought of leaving the boy here to bleed to death crossed Nick's mind, but his conscience screamed a big 'no' even after everything this lad had just put him though he couldn't just leave him here.

He stabilised the bleeding as best he could and made the call to emergency services, but instead of waiting for the paramedics to arrived he made a shape exit.

He drove to Zoe's, he couldn't go home and Zoe's was the only place he could think of, at times like this he wished his old trusty friend Adam Trueman was still living in the area.
He could always talk to him about his fears and worries, and he knew he wouldn't get half the questions from him that he knew were going to be coming his way from Zoe.

He knocked the door and after a few minutes Zoe answered, the smell of alcohol hit him like a ton of bricks, but when Zoe saw him stood there bleeding, dripping wet she seemed to sober up pretty fast.

She gasped and helped him inside, sitting him down gently she quickly left the room and returned seconds later with her first aid box, as she began cleaning him up Nick started giving her a blow by blow account of recent events.

She listened intently but didn't say a word, Nick could tell by the look in her eyes what she was thinking, but she wasn't speaking, this wasn't helping matters.
Nick wanted her to say 'I told you so' or 'your nothing but an idiot' any kind of telling off or rant would have done but she stayed silent.

"Zoe, I know I shouldn't have gone to that place but something told me I had to" Nick informed, right now he really needed her to say something, say she understood.

"That little voice in your head again" she spat placing a cotton bud soaked in Dettol on his eyebrow.
"Ouch fuck Zoe careful" he yelped "that better be diluted!"
Zoe shot him a look of disgust before answering angrily "I'm not fucking stupid Nick unlike someone I know!"

A silence fell upon them, Nick sat letting out simultaneous groans as Zoe cleaned cut after cut.
He was feeling so small and pathetic right now, why was he so stupid! He had come back to start again, forget the past, move on, do his job, live his life to the full.

And look what's happened, whatever was to come next?

"Do what you want and sod the consequences eh Nick" said Zoe getting up "you've not changed a bit"
Nick didn't have any kind of comeback to Zoe's comments, he sat and shrugged his shoulders, what was he meant to say to that? He felt selfish, useless, a total prat in fact.

The door bell rang making Nick jump "are you expecting visitors Zoe?" He called, she didn't answer him.
He waited a few moments before struggling to his feet to see what was keeping her, as he was about to walk into the hall way he could hear voices, unfamiliar voices, he stopped just by the living room door and listened.

"No iv not seen Nick at all tonight" Zoe's voice was what he heard first.
"Well correct me if I'm wrong madame but that's his car over the road is it not?" This question came from a man, Nick had never heard this voice before, he began to panic, who could possibly want him? And how did they know what car he owned? Could it be Nylon's friends coming after him?

"It could be his car, I don't know" replied Zoe "but I can assure you officer iv not seen him at all this evening"

Nick's heart almost stopped "the police" he muttered to himself as he heard the front door shut.
Zoe waltzed in, her eyes burned into his "I think you better tell me exactly what's happened" she informed.

"The police want to talk to you in connection with the murder of a young lad called Nylon"...

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