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Chapter 7
Mark felt somebody from behind grab him by the arm and spin him around. He was knocked to his knees by a hard punch to the face.
"Uh-oh," Gallows said. "Man down."
He stood behind Mark and wrapped an arm around his throat, pulling him to his feet.
"You know something? You should know better than to stick your nose into business where it doesn't belong."
Mark stomped on Gallow's right foot, then brought an elbow back into Gallow's ribs. He turned around and delivered a hard right hook of his own. Gallows groaned holding his face. When he pulled his hand back, there was blood.
"Speaking of noses," Mark said licking the cut on his lower lip. "Looks like yours is broken."
Gallows growled as he charged at Mark.
-Anderson slammed Dean's back against the wall in the bathroom. He delivered a knee to the gut and a punch to the face. His hands wrapped around Dean's throat, squeezing tightly.
"Oh, Ambrose. What did you think you were up against? Huh?" Dean gagged. "Drowning you was fine. However...I find this a lot more satisfying."
Dean turned his body to the right and brought his elbow up into Anderson's face. Dean landed an uppercut shot to the jaw, then followed with a left and a right hook.
Dean rubbed his throat. "You can try to put me down...but I won't go down easily."
-Mark and Gallows toppled over the couch in the living room sending them and the furniture to the floor. Both men made it to their feet. Mark ducked a right hand, then connected with a punch to the gut, then to the face.
"I'm a little confused right now, boy. I expected more of a challenge from you. What happened?"
Gallows landed a boot to Mark's midsection, then connected with two more punches to the face.
"Challenged enough for you?"
-Anderson reached for the blade on the bathroom floor and picked it up in his hand. He stood to his feet and turned towards Dean laughing through a bloody grin. Dean backed out of the bathroom, not taking his eyes off his opponent.
"Time to die, Ambrose. I've never used a knife on anybody before. Yet, I'm willing to take a...stab... at it. Get it? Stab?" Anderson laughed at his own sadistic joke.
Anderson charged full speed at Dean. Dean stepped out of the way in time. Anderson tripped on the carpet and he fell stomach first onto the bedroom floor. Dean stood by the closet near the bathroom and glanced at Anderson, waiting for him to get up.
He didn't get up.
He didn't move.
Nothing.
Dean slowly approached Anderson and stood right beside him. He lowered himself to the floor and reached for Anderson's left side turning him over onto his back. Dean gasped out loud rising to his feet and backing away from the dead body. The knife was lodged into Anderson's stomach. Dean closed his eyes, shook his head, and reopened his eyes. He wasn't imagining it. Anderson was dead.
A sound of a crash downstairs brought Dean back to reality.
-The kitchen table and Mark landed hard on the kitchen floor with a thud. Mark began to rise to his feet. Boy, this guy was tough. He wanted a challenge, he got one. Mark was knocked back down with a right handed punch. Gallows reached for the back of his shirt and retrieved a gun.
"Look up here," Gallows demanded.
Mark's back sat up and his back was resting against the kitchen cabinet.
"You afraid to die?"
"No," Mark answered without fear.
"We'll see about that," Gallows said pulling back on the chamber.
"Rest...in...peace."
Before Gallows could pull the trigger, he felt a hand on his shoulder spin him around. Dean stabbed Gallows right in the stomach. Gallows gasped as Dean pushed the blade in further. Dean leaned in and whispered one final message for his ears to here.
"You...first."
Gallows body hit the floor with the knife still in him. Dean looked down at Mark. Mark looked up at him.
"Dean..."
Dean extended his hand towards Mark and pulled him to his feet.
"You alright?"
"I'm fine," Mark replied. "You killed him."
"Had no other choice."
"What happened to you?"