Part II: Some Angel
Chapter 4
Darkness was what Dwight's world was like. He still had sight but wasn't able to use it as shapes move past him, because for some reason his eyes were fixed on a certain point on the grough a few feet a head of him, where his blood began to pool up. There were six bullet holes through his chest and a large bloody crack on his head.
"Dwight!" was the last thing he was able to hear, and he slumped back against the trash and blood.
Marv swung through the door of Nancy's apartment, and the sight of him caused her to scream. Marv was drenched in water and blood, and Nancy was sure it wasn't his own. Over his shoulder was another blood soaked man who looked badly beaten. Marv swung him down onto the couch.
"Nancy, get me a knife girl. C'mon." Nancy did this without hesitation, knowing what Marv was about to do. As soon as she handed him the steak knife he took it and began digging through the bullet holes, prying the metal out piece by piece. The uncomcious body twitched and rithed, but Marv held it down. Six large metal bullets collapsed where usually Marv's beer bottles would be. Blood started to pur from Dwights body, and Marv threw off his jacket and started to rip his undershirt into pieces.
"Nancy! Get me a sheet. Don't stop now alright, stay with me here girl. Dwight, you to!" Nancy ran as fast as she could over to the little laundry room and back with a sheet, already starting to rip it into bandages.
"Hartigan? Jesus, please get over here now ok?" Nancy cried into the phone. "Everything's just falling apart. Im still a little shocked... No I'll be fine... Thanks, We'll see you soon. Bye..." Nancy hung up the phone and looked over at Marv, who sat running his hands through his hair and over his forehead.
"I'm gonna make em pay big time... I'm bringin Hell with me Nance... I know the only people who are capable of this..." Marv slid his large fingers away from his eyes and for the first time Nancy was scared of him. A raging fire burned inside this man, who had become far from human. He ground his teeth and squeezed his fist that every bone in his arm and shoulder popped. Nancy could see it in his eyes, the livid lust for blood that Marv had entered so long ago when Goldie had died. It was back, and it was pissed.
"Marv... please don't go untill Hartigan gets here... ok? He can help us..." Nancy said, trying to breath regularly, still shocked at seeing the carnage and pulp that was left of Dwight, who was now laying in the back room, still unconsious.
"Babe, c'mere.." Marv waved two large fingers, motioning to come closer. He pulled a revolver from his belt and loaded the chambers with six shots, spun the cartridge, and flipped it back into the body of the gun. He flipped it around so that the handle was pointed towards Nancy, offering it. Nancy reached over and took it, feeling its familiar grip, even though she had never fired a gun more than three times in her life. "Take this, if ya get in any trouble here, use em wiseley, try to aim for the heads. Got it darlin?"
"alright..." She said, the tears starting to slow down.
"Good, now c'mere... I want a last rights hug." He stoof up and Nancy ran over to him and embraced him. "You'll be fine alright? Hartigan's gonna make it better, got it Nance?" He said, huggin her and pattin her head because he towered over her. She laughed and looked up.
"Don't get killed? Please? I still need a father Marv, your one of the closest people I've got... I always thought of Hartigan as a dad, but not any more..."
"I'll live. Be back soon Nance." He let go and walked out the door, looking back once and waving and throwing on his trenchcoat. Nancy sat down in the chair that he was just sitting in and felt his warmth heat her up, but she still missed him.
"You Hartigan?" Marv asked a man entering the building. The man also wore a trenchcoat, brown, and had a large X-shaped scar across his forehead.
"Do I know you pal? Nevermind, I've gotta go." The man continued on.
"Nancy's in her apartment, she's fine. She's got a six shooter, alright? Keep her safe. By the way so you're not rude next time, name's Marv." and then Marv turned and strode down the street into the pouring rain and out of sight with Hartigan watching after him. Hartigan thought about this, and continued up to Nancy's apartment.