AUTHOR'S NOTE: That's right! It's a new chapter. I am back to working on this story. I hope it was worth the wait!
Chapter 32
"So the question is, how should I kill you? And what should I do with your body" asks Yarsmith, as he tightens his arm around the boy throat.
Realizing that he's never going to have the strength to pull the older man's arm from his throat, Dick decides to go for a pressure point in the hand. Lifting his left hand, the boy finds the pressure point between the thumb and forefinger and presses down hard.
"Fuck!" yells the man, as pain shoots up his arm.
Slowly the boy peels the arm away from his throat and he drops to the ground. Releasing his hold on Yarsmith's hand as he falls, Dick rolls away from the older man and gets to his feet facing his enemy.
"Boy, you are really pissing me off," says the older man as he begins to stalk the boy, moving closer.
I just don't have the strength to fight him, thinks Dick, as he watches Yarsmith. I've got moves, but if I get too close, he can can use his strengths against me. I doubt he'll fall for the pressure point trick again.
"Do you know what I am going to do to you?" asks Yarsmith, moving left then right, getting closer to the boy.
"You're not going to touch me again," replies Dick determinately, shadowing the man's moves, not allowing Yarsmith to get close.
"I was thinking about killing you here and leaving your body for the police to find. Maybe I would slit your throat. I think Wayne would be comforted knowing your death was quick" says Yarsmith, smiling.
"If you had come here, begged for your friend's life, and not fought then the easy death could have been yours. Instead I will take you alive. I will leave a piece of your body, a hand, for the police to find. Wayne will know you are alive, in pain, and there won't be anything he can do. And he will suffer."
Slipping a hand behind his back, Yarsmith pulls out a large hunting knife. Eyes focusing on the blade, Dick knows that there won't be a second chance of getting away if the older man grabs him.
"This knife will cut through your bone," says Yarsmith as a flips the blade between his left and right hand. "So, which hand do you want to leave here? Your left or your right?"
Lunging for the boy, Yarsmith misses the boy just barely as Dick dodges to the right. Reaching out quickly with his bladed hand, Yarsmith cuts the boy deeply across his left calf. Getting to his feet, Dick attempts to limp away from the older man, but only makes it a few steps when he is tackled from behind. Falling down on his stomach, Dick rolls quickly to his back, before the older man can put all his weight on the boy and hold him down.
Sitting on the boy's stomach, Yarsmith grabs Dick's left hand and, using his knees, pins the boy's arm to the ground next to his waist. Switching the blade into his left hand, Yarsmith takes his right hand to grabs Dick's hand, pinning it to the ground.
"Now about that hand," says the older man, as he raises the blade.
