I own it not
I gulped, feeling a trickle of blood run down my neck. The smooth coldness of the blade against my neck was scary. Really scary. Even scarier was the fact that I had to cough. I bit my tongue so hard that the metallic taste of warm blood trickled down my throat.
I could practically see the gears moving in my brother's brain. His eyes kept going from the Leader dude to Chief Collig to me. I knew what he was thinking. We would usually be able to take down these guys, no sweat. But I had a painful broken arm and burning lungs. Frank had lost so much blood that I didn't even want to think about it.
But maybe a diversion? The cops would only need about two seconds to take the guys down. Dad would only need one and half, judging by the fire in his eyes. So we started bantering.
It was a load of rubbish, just so you know. It is very difficult to keep your mind on a sensible conversation with a blade at your throat and trying to swallow back one heck of a cough. But it was the only chance we had.
"You know, I think it was kind of stupid to stay home that night." Frank started, and though his voice, as always, was calm and steady, I could see his hands shake.
"Oh definitely. Maybe we should have gone and grabbed a bite to eat." I just had to keep talking. Some of the guys already had their eyes on us.
Frank's eyes held mine, "Maybe you shouldn't have come down with pneumonia, stupid." Most if the eyes were on us.
"Nerd." I couldn't help smiling, even in our hopeless situation. This was our usual conversation of insults.
"Hot-head." He said back to me. Now we had all eyes on us. Just a couple more seconds…
"I know you are, but what am I?"
Slam!
Dad got Leader guy on the chin, and both of them went down. Collig got Frank's thug, ripping the guy's hands away from my brother. Con tackled my dude, and we all went down. Con continued to wrestle, but I just laid still. I was exhausted.
Frank was about three feet away. The cut on his neck was deeper then mine was, but he was still breathing. He smiled weakly at me, and smiled back, erupting into a fit of coughing that could not be stopped.
I think I must have passed out, maybe from lack of oxygen, or because I was so hungry, or because I was just so scared.
The last thing I remember was the dog licking me. Stupid dog.
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