Okay, here's the next chapter. I'm making up for what I didn't do for the past month or so. Enjoy!!
Ch43- Facing Death
Dom groaned, moving a little, partially glad to feel the pain it caused because pain meant he was still alive. He could feel the pain in his shoulder where he was stabbed and the pain of falling on a ton of crates and boxes that were thankfully empty of supplies. He rolled onto all fours, waiting for the world to stop spinning and his stomach to settle before standing up. He swayed a little at first, staggering forward a bit. Dom managed to get himself out of the maze of debris the landing had created.
He blinked looking around for Tong but couldn't see him anywhere. Was it possible he died in the landing? Impaled on a piece of crate? Could Dom have won so easily? He didn't care to look. As far as he knew, Tong was dead and most likely unarmed. He headed for the large stack of boxes that Serena had fallen into earlier off to the side.
When he was in a few yards of her landing site, he was tackled from behind, knocked to the ground, spinning around to his back he managed to dodge Tong's foot. It hit the ground where Dom's face had been seconds before. Dom grabbed his leg, knocking him once more off his feet. Struggling to get up, he found his movements slow and lazy. Partially due from the fact he fell three stories and should be unconscious at the moment and the injury to his arm that left him partially handicapped in the fight.
Then again as they fought, Dom noticed Tong wasn't looking so hot either. His nose was broken and still bleeding, covering his face in a bloody mask and he gained a gash to his left temple on the way down. Not only that but he was moving slower than usual, which was still pretty fast for Dom to comprehend and react to.
Dom swung at Tong, but the other grabbed his arm, propelling him face first into a pole. His head opened at the temple, bleeding freely and adding to the daze and confusion.
Tong smiled behind all the blood, "What's wrong Dom? All the fight fled from you?" He hit him again. "You losing all hope."
Dom took the hit, leaning on the pole now for support. He questioned himself on that. He felt lifeless, drained of all energy. Like it was too hard to even keep his eyes open now. All he wanted to do was give in to Tong and let him win, it would end it all at least. He'd have nothing more to worry about if he did. The offer was so tempting to just lay down and die. Surrender the fight.
"Dom?" a voice spoke behind Tong. Dom lifted his head, staring passed Tong who didn't hear the voice. Dom blinked twice before registering what he saw, it came from the pile of broken boxes forty or so feet behind Tong. Serena, he could see her. She had crawled through the boxes, still dazed and tired by the looks of it but the look in her eyes is what hit him. Disbelief, confusion, pain, but not physical, emotional pain. The thought of him giving up so easily was killing her because she looked up to him so much.
Dom's strength came back to him then. All it took was his sister. That was why he needed to fight, to live. Because he had a family to take care of and two sisters who needed him and a fiancé who was waiting to marry him. That was where he found his strength and hope, in family.
Dom hit Tong in the face, full force, causing the man to fall back, dazed by the blow. He hit him a few more times, grunting angrily as he did so. This was the guy who tried to tear his family apart, who tried to kill Mia, who kidnapped Serena, who tried to kill him. The guy who almost killed Ebony and Leon, who killed Violet. This guy who tore so many lives apart just when things were getting back to normal from the last merry-go-round. He let all his anger unleash in those punches.
Dom finally tripped him, pausing to clear his head before kicking him in the side. He lifted his foot for the final blow that he knew would kill Tong.
"Dom," he lifted his head up looking at Serena. She was still on all fours, watching him, seeing what he was doing. She looked at him, her eyes staring in his, mouth open slightly in shock.
His anger fled his body, calming him. He couldn't kill Tong no matter how much he wanted to, at least not in front of Serena.
Tong moaned, broken and bleeding in pain. Dom bent down, lifting Tong's head up. "You hurt me, you hurt my friends, and you hurt my family…I want you to leave. I want you to go far away from here. I'm letting you go because I won't sink to your level. I have a life that I worked hard to get and I want to keep. So you leave here and if I ever see your face here again I won't hesitate to put a bullet in your thick skull. Got it?"
Tong nodded and Dom dropped his head back down, straightening up and kicking him one last time.
Serena she was sitting up on her knees. Luckily there were only a few cuts on her face and arms, nothing compared to what she could have had, she thought to herself. She cracked her neck and looked up. Dom was standing over Tong, she could see his face looking down on the broken man. She couldn't believe he almost killed him. Part of her wanted him to but part of her wasn't sure. She wasn't sure it was just letting him off so easily by killing him. She wanted him to suffer for what he did, not go so easily. Her fiancé could be dead because of that asshole either Damon or Crimson. She knew one was a goner and part of her was ashamed that she hoped it was Crimson, but she loved Damon to much to lose him. Not this soon.
She heard a noise from above and glanced up. A guy was up there, one of Tong's who escaped the blood bath down below. He was aiming at Dom and Dom was oblivious to the red dot on his chest, ready to steal his life away.
"DOM, LOOK OUT," Serena shouted. He looked up and saw a shooter, one of Tong's men cheating on their match. The shooter aimed at Dom and another shot was fired, the shooter up on the railing fell off, hitting the ground. Dom turned around and saw Damon standing a few feet behind him, just in the doorway. He lowered his gun and smiled at Dom.
"Bout time you got here," Dom smiled lazily.
"Got held back a little," he shrugged.
"You hurt?" Dom asked, taking a step closer, gesturing at his shirt and the blood stains on it.
He shook his head. "It's not mine…it's my sisters. I'm as fine as I can expect to be."
Dom lowered his, understanding Crimson was dead. "I'm sorry to hear that."
He nodded, taking a deep breath, "I'll be okay…I just"
Damon glanced up in that moment and shoved Dom hard. He hit the floor, hearing a shot ring out. He looked over his shoulder, seeing Damon laying motionless on the ground. Dom rolled fully on his back, Tong stood, covered in blood, the gun aimed at him.
"I never make a promise I can't keep," he told him, smiling. Aiming the gun at his forehead. "I always keep my promises." He smiled and Dom realized it was death smiling at him, glad to finally take him at last. He could only stare into those cold eyes as Tong's fingers put pressure on the trigger.
Ch43- Facing Death
Dom groaned, moving a little, partially glad to feel the pain it caused because pain meant he was still alive. He could feel the pain in his shoulder where he was stabbed and the pain of falling on a ton of crates and boxes that were thankfully empty of supplies. He rolled onto all fours, waiting for the world to stop spinning and his stomach to settle before standing up. He swayed a little at first, staggering forward a bit. Dom managed to get himself out of the maze of debris the landing had created.
He blinked looking around for Tong but couldn't see him anywhere. Was it possible he died in the landing? Impaled on a piece of crate? Could Dom have won so easily? He didn't care to look. As far as he knew, Tong was dead and most likely unarmed. He headed for the large stack of boxes that Serena had fallen into earlier off to the side.
When he was in a few yards of her landing site, he was tackled from behind, knocked to the ground, spinning around to his back he managed to dodge Tong's foot. It hit the ground where Dom's face had been seconds before. Dom grabbed his leg, knocking him once more off his feet. Struggling to get up, he found his movements slow and lazy. Partially due from the fact he fell three stories and should be unconscious at the moment and the injury to his arm that left him partially handicapped in the fight.
Then again as they fought, Dom noticed Tong wasn't looking so hot either. His nose was broken and still bleeding, covering his face in a bloody mask and he gained a gash to his left temple on the way down. Not only that but he was moving slower than usual, which was still pretty fast for Dom to comprehend and react to.
Dom swung at Tong, but the other grabbed his arm, propelling him face first into a pole. His head opened at the temple, bleeding freely and adding to the daze and confusion.
Tong smiled behind all the blood, "What's wrong Dom? All the fight fled from you?" He hit him again. "You losing all hope."
Dom took the hit, leaning on the pole now for support. He questioned himself on that. He felt lifeless, drained of all energy. Like it was too hard to even keep his eyes open now. All he wanted to do was give in to Tong and let him win, it would end it all at least. He'd have nothing more to worry about if he did. The offer was so tempting to just lay down and die. Surrender the fight.
"Dom?" a voice spoke behind Tong. Dom lifted his head, staring passed Tong who didn't hear the voice. Dom blinked twice before registering what he saw, it came from the pile of broken boxes forty or so feet behind Tong. Serena, he could see her. She had crawled through the boxes, still dazed and tired by the looks of it but the look in her eyes is what hit him. Disbelief, confusion, pain, but not physical, emotional pain. The thought of him giving up so easily was killing her because she looked up to him so much.
Dom's strength came back to him then. All it took was his sister. That was why he needed to fight, to live. Because he had a family to take care of and two sisters who needed him and a fiancé who was waiting to marry him. That was where he found his strength and hope, in family.
Dom hit Tong in the face, full force, causing the man to fall back, dazed by the blow. He hit him a few more times, grunting angrily as he did so. This was the guy who tried to tear his family apart, who tried to kill Mia, who kidnapped Serena, who tried to kill him. The guy who almost killed Ebony and Leon, who killed Violet. This guy who tore so many lives apart just when things were getting back to normal from the last merry-go-round. He let all his anger unleash in those punches.
Dom finally tripped him, pausing to clear his head before kicking him in the side. He lifted his foot for the final blow that he knew would kill Tong.
"Dom," he lifted his head up looking at Serena. She was still on all fours, watching him, seeing what he was doing. She looked at him, her eyes staring in his, mouth open slightly in shock.
His anger fled his body, calming him. He couldn't kill Tong no matter how much he wanted to, at least not in front of Serena.
Tong moaned, broken and bleeding in pain. Dom bent down, lifting Tong's head up. "You hurt me, you hurt my friends, and you hurt my family…I want you to leave. I want you to go far away from here. I'm letting you go because I won't sink to your level. I have a life that I worked hard to get and I want to keep. So you leave here and if I ever see your face here again I won't hesitate to put a bullet in your thick skull. Got it?"
Tong nodded and Dom dropped his head back down, straightening up and kicking him one last time.
Serena she was sitting up on her knees. Luckily there were only a few cuts on her face and arms, nothing compared to what she could have had, she thought to herself. She cracked her neck and looked up. Dom was standing over Tong, she could see his face looking down on the broken man. She couldn't believe he almost killed him. Part of her wanted him to but part of her wasn't sure. She wasn't sure it was just letting him off so easily by killing him. She wanted him to suffer for what he did, not go so easily. Her fiancé could be dead because of that asshole either Damon or Crimson. She knew one was a goner and part of her was ashamed that she hoped it was Crimson, but she loved Damon to much to lose him. Not this soon.
She heard a noise from above and glanced up. A guy was up there, one of Tong's who escaped the blood bath down below. He was aiming at Dom and Dom was oblivious to the red dot on his chest, ready to steal his life away.
"DOM, LOOK OUT," Serena shouted. He looked up and saw a shooter, one of Tong's men cheating on their match. The shooter aimed at Dom and another shot was fired, the shooter up on the railing fell off, hitting the ground. Dom turned around and saw Damon standing a few feet behind him, just in the doorway. He lowered his gun and smiled at Dom.
"Bout time you got here," Dom smiled lazily.
"Got held back a little," he shrugged.
"You hurt?" Dom asked, taking a step closer, gesturing at his shirt and the blood stains on it.
He shook his head. "It's not mine…it's my sisters. I'm as fine as I can expect to be."
Dom lowered his, understanding Crimson was dead. "I'm sorry to hear that."
He nodded, taking a deep breath, "I'll be okay…I just"
Damon glanced up in that moment and shoved Dom hard. He hit the floor, hearing a shot ring out. He looked over his shoulder, seeing Damon laying motionless on the ground. Dom rolled fully on his back, Tong stood, covered in blood, the gun aimed at him.
"I never make a promise I can't keep," he told him, smiling. Aiming the gun at his forehead. "I always keep my promises." He smiled and Dom realized it was death smiling at him, glad to finally take him at last. He could only stare into those cold eyes as Tong's fingers put pressure on the trigger.