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underneath him. I
half turned and sat down hard. I felt one chair leg sink deeply and
somehow I knew I had just killed the man.
    Another onrushing bodyguard caught both of
my heels to the chest just as Victor had and I pushed off hard
sending him crashing backwards into a wall.
    The force of my push off sent the chair over
backwards and it shattered on impact with the floor. I stumbled to
my feet. The ropes that had bound me dangled from my wrists along
with the chair arms.
    Another bodyguard was in front of me and I
swung one of the arms of the chair at his face, which he blocked
with an arm, but he was unprepared for the other chair arm I
brought up between his legs. He howled and clutched at himself and
I brought both chair arms as hard as I could to either side of his
head.
    He dropped to the floor with a sightless
vacant expression across his face. Then all I could see was Victor
and I launched myself towards him with a scream of fury. He was
shaking and the pistol in his hand fired. I felt the hot trace of
the bullet whiz past my face and then I was smashing his hand aside
with one of the chair arms.
    The gun fell to the floor and all I focused
on was smashing the little crazed weasel of a man into the ground,
until he was as flat as a pancake. He wailed and screamed pitifully
trying to protect his face and head with his arms, as I drove him
down to his knees.
    I felt myself abruptly pulled back and
slammed to the floor by the remaining two bodyguards. I screamed in
frustration at the interruption of me beating Victor senseless and
flailed away at their feet and legs. I got kicked in the head and I
saw nothing but stars in front of my eyeballs for a moment and then
the pain of more kicks to my stomach, back, and hips.
    It was hard to get a breath and I curled
into a ball trying to escape from the kicks at least partially.
Through the fog of pain and the struggle to breathe I heard Victor
yelling for them to stop.
    “Pull her out flat!”
    I was yanked flat out on my back and oh the
pain!
    I wheezed for breath. My eyes flickered to
stay open, as I struggled to keep from blacking out. Victor was
standing over me clutching his pistol. I relished the facial
swelling and the blood that I saw Victor embellished with and only
wished that I could have had the time needed to finish the job. He
was saying something.
    “I’m going to blow off your feet and then
your knees and then your hands working my way up to your
heart!”
    Flinging his hand wide he intoned, “You are
about to find out what pain is all about!”
    A knife that could have doubled as a small
sword shot through the air and pierced through Victor’s arm and
nailed it to the wooden paneling behind him. Victor dropped the
pistol and clutched at the knife’s handle wailing in pain and
fright, as he tried to free himself.
    I saw the knife and I knew that Clark had
come back for me. The bodyguard to my left was hauled off his feet
and up into the air and then down sideways to be smashed backward
across Clark’s knee. The sound of his spine being shattered was as
loud as a gunshot in the room. The other guard leaped on Clark’s
back trying to get a stranglehold, but Clark literally just reached
back and caught a hold of him with one hand and pulled him up and
over his shoulder to fall in front of him.
    Clark snapped the man’s neck in one easy
motion. The bodyguard done away with, Clark got to his feet and
moved toward Victor, who shrunk back from him in fear. Clark yanked
the knife free and with one swift slice of the knife disemboweled
Victor. Victor sank to his knees trying to pull back inside the
life that would never be his again and within moments he slumped
forward in death.
    Seeing Clark had given me energy from
somewhere and the will to act. I started to push myself up and then
he was there helping me. I couldn’t help the tears that spilled out
as I clutched at his shirt and pressed my face into his neck loving
the comfort of his warm presence.
    His