Hello, so I just wanted to say a huge thank you to everyone reading, reviewing, favourite this story. I wasn't really sure where I was going with this chapter, but I'm hoping you still think it's good. Enjoy, and I still do not own Bones. But can't wait for its return, who's with me?
I'm not much of a fighter.
"Henry, think about this. You don't have to do anything stupid." Grace pleaded with the man who had just pulled out from his pocket a gun, as her grip on Vincent's hand tightened. A part of her wanted to laugh in Henry's face, 'a gun, oh how clichéd of you' she would spit, but then she knew Henry and this knowledge told her to do as the man said. Vincent was stunned; this guy had gone from your average abuser using his fists to inflict pain, to a gun-carrying psychopath. What was he supposed to do in this situation? He considered all the facts he knew on guns, however he was disrupted from his thoughts as he felt the blow to his head. Henry had slammed the gun across Vincent's face, sending the young man from his crouched position to lying helpless on the ground.
The ground was cold and wet, or so Vincent thought, he soon realised the wetness was the result of blood seeping from his wound. He tried to sit up, but the blow to his head had affected his sight and made him feel dizzy, through the blur he could make out Henry standing above him, the blur was getting closer and closer. That's when the kick to the stomach was received; Vincent let out a groan and spluttered trying to catch his breath. "Henry stop it!" Grace cried, standing up and occupying the space between the two men. "You didn't come here for him, you came here for me. Hurt me, not him!"
"Oh baby, don't you see, I am hurting you. I'm hurting you emotionally as I hurt Boy Wonder here, but don't you worry your pretty little face your turn is coming." Henry smirked; whilst stroking her tear stained face with the gun, before shoving her back to the ground. "Now come on boy, show me what you got" Henry laughed turning his attention back to Vincent. With every kick, hit, groan, whimper; Grace could relate, she knew just how strong and ruthless Henry could be. She considered calling out for help, but would anyone even hear, they had hidden down an isolated alley, and even if someone did hear would they actually be able to help before Henry put a bullet in both Vincent and her?
Vincent was becoming numb; he begged for his body to let him slip out of consciousness, and curled his body in as tight as he possibly could. The last thing he heard was Grace sobbing his name "Vincent. Vi-incent, I'm sorry" then it went black.