I know, I know, I haven't written in awhile. I'm so sorry. I've been extremely busy but I will get this done. I swear to you that. I have about 3 or 4 chapters to go. Then its done, so hang with me its getting better and better.

Ch42 - Catwalk Crash

Dom followed the catwalk, towards the metal staircase he saw Tong drag his sister up just seconds ago. Glancing down below, he saw his team had it covered. Now to finish what he came here for. He stepped over the dead guards body, and walked as quietly as he could up the stairs, making sure his shoes made as little noise as possible against the metal of the stairs. The last thing he needed was to give himself away and get killed.

The storage room was dark, piled high with crates and boxes. An upper level of stairs lined the sides against the wall leading to the catwalk above. He held his gun up, ready as he walked in, scanning the area for any sign of Tong and his sister. He looked around careful of his movements, hoping that he wasn't in clear range of scar face. He listened carefully, trying to hear for any sign of metal creaking or chains clanking above, anything to give Tong away.

Gunshots from down stairs echoed lightly in the room, he briefly wondered how many of his own were hurt before thinking back to Serena, he couldn't get distracted, not now. Touching the locket under his shirt he sighed, pushing away all other ways and staying as focused as he could. She had to be in here and he knew she was alive, Tong would keep her that way.

A creak from above on the right of him caught his guard and he spun around, aiming the gun in the direction above him on the catwalk. Dom could see a figure looming in the shadows above.

"Come out, Tong," he spoke clearly. "I know you're up there. Show your pretty little face."

"Well, well, you caught me, Toretto," Tong's voice came, mimicking him. "looks like I'll just have to throw down my weapon and let you kill me, huh?" He stepped forward a bit, Dom could see his figure outlined in the dim light above him. "That's what you want isn't it? To kill me? Gee, maybe I should. Oh but wait," he stepped into the light. Serena right next to him, hugged to his side, a knife held under her throat and a gun in his other hand. "I have a better plan."

Dom's eyes flickered when he saw the knife and Serena's throat.

"Dom," she spoke, seeing her brother. He heard the quiver of fear in her voice. She stepped forward a bit, as if trying to get closer.

"Ah, ah, ah," Tong said, pressing the knife down. She gasped stepping back, hoping to lessen the pressure as much as possible.

"Don't hurt her," Dom told him.

"Why not? Look what you did to me," he hissed gesturing at his face where the bubbling scars marked his once beautiful face. "I'll just give her a pretty little scar, ruin that pretty little neck of hers."

"She already has a scar," he said angrily but managed to keep from yelling as he slowly made his way to the staircase to his right. He was already up three steps as he spoke, keeping his eyes glued on Tong. "Look at her shoulder. You did that."

He glanced at her arm, tracing the scars with a finger. "So I did."

"Please just let her go," he told him calmly, lowering his gun a little as he approached the top. "This fight is between you and me. Serena has nothing to do with any of this. You got what you wanted. I'm right here," he reached the top landing. The catwalk swayed a little and he noticed it was only ten feet across. That wasn't much room for his large frame. Tong may have been small but he was tall and a good fighter for all Dom knew.

Tong sighed looking around and glancing at the three story drop below before looking back at Dom. "You're right. First drop your weapons."

"Drop yours."

"See now we're not trusting each other," he smiled. He looked at Serena. "You two have so much in common."

"I don't know if I can trust you Tong, never were a trusting guy. Always an arrogant mother-fucking prick like Johnny who backed down on any damn promise he made."

"I'd watch my wording if I were you," he pressed the knife to Serena's throat until a small trickle of blood spilt down her neck. "Never know if this knife might just slip."

"Okay," Dom held his hand, telling him to stop. "Don't hurt her. I'll shut up. Let me reword that. You aren't really trustworthy. You've given me nothing to show your trust in."

"True," he nodded, pursuing his lips. "How bout this, we both drop them. No tricks, no trades," he held his gun out and dropped it, kicking it to the left, letting it topple over the edge and fall into the pad of boxes below. He then let the knife drop from Serena's throat, still holding the girls arm in a bruising grip, he kicked the knife the other direction, it bounced off a pole and slid six feet behind him. "Your turn."

Dom let out a heavy sigh, glancing at Serena who gave a small nod, guarantying it was all he had. He dropped his gun, kicking it away, letting it fall over the edge and hearing it hit the concrete below.

"There that wasn't so bad now was it?" Tong told him. "I think we're making progress."

"Now my sister," Dom said, gesturing at Serena. "Let her go."

Tong nodded letting go of her arm, she rubbed it, trying to rid herself of the soreness. "See I let her go. I didn't lay a finger on her." He touched her hair, she flinched away, moving towards the railing of the catwalk. "She's survived so much from me…I wonder how much she's like you. I wonder if she has nine lives…let's find out."

Before Dom could blink or move, Tong was already grabbing Serena's arm. She didn't even have time to fight as he threw her over the edge of the metal rail. Serena screamed as she fell.

"SERENA!" Dom yelled running towards the edge. He peered down just in time to se her hit a large square stack of boxes, disappearing beneath them as they caved in under her. "SERENA!" he screamed again. Dom turned to run down the stairs, to check on his little sister. Tong connected with him then, tackling him to the ground in a swift movement. Dom rolled onto his back, getting hit twice more in the face by Tong's eager fist.

He kicked the guy off him using his feet, Tong fell back on the railing, causing it to sway more. He threw himself on Tong, the two rolled towards the edge. Tong tried kicking him off, but Dom managed to grab the bar and pull himself upright, dodging as Tong tried for a low swift kick to the face. He grabbed his foot knocking him off balance, sending him to his stomach.

Dom stood over him, kicking him in the ribs. "You shoved her," he kicked him again. "You fucking bitch." He was about to kick him in the face when Tong knocked his foot out from under him. Dom felt a burning pain in his shoulder. He turned his head to see a knife blade in his skin, piercing him. Tong had found his blade.

"Now you have matching scars," he dug it deeper and Dom grunted in pain. Bringing his other elbow up and smashing it into his face. To his satisfaction. His nose burst into blood, breaking. Dom pulled the knife from his arm, biting his lip. He stood staggering to his feet. The knife still held in one hand as he stood near the wall.

"Now you have a broken nose," he smiled.

"Laugh while you can," Tong reached down, pulling a gun from his shoe, pointing it at Dom while blood poured from his broken face, along with the gashes he had received during the brawl. "You won't be for long."

Dom looked at the gun, wondering if this was the end. He glanced beside him and saw something he hadn't before. It was his only choice, it'd take them both out probably but it'd work. He looked at Tong who had seen what he was looking at.

"You don't have the balls," Tong shook his head. His face showing pure fear behind the mask of blood.

"You're wrong,' with a quick and strong flick of his arm, he let the blade cut the supporting rope that held the catwalk together. The rope snapped in a flash rolling up. The catwalk shook and with a creak broke toppling to the left, sending both Dom and Tong falling the three stories below. Both wondering if this was their end. Dom thought of his sisters as he fell, weightless through the air, praying to see their faces again. If not, he knew they'd at least be safe. Even if he wasn't there to see to it. He thought of nothing more as his flying body finally hit below.

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