The Blood Gang

Chapter 4

I groaned and tumbled out of the smashed window, rolling to see the train damage. It was fully derailed and laying on its side. Most of the windows were shattered, with corpses partially spilled out of them. I could see Kathy and John stumbling out of the train with bleeding cuts and bruises.

Michael climbed out a window. "Dad!"

I turned just as the man crashed his fist into my shoulder. I spat blood and kicked him. This guy just wasn't giving up, was he?

Michael stopped within a few feet of us. "Dad!"

"Go!" I shouted, pushing the guy away.

"No!"

I pushed the other man into the tracks and turned to face my son. "Michael, I've been through a submarine explosion, Zudd nearly peeling my brains out, and a derailing train. I can survive a fight. It's you who can't!"

John came stumbling over with a broken nose. "How can Kathy and I help?"

I handed Michael to him. "Take him with you. I'll call when everything's okay."

John nodded and nearly dragged Michael over to Kathy. Luckily, they had an extra bike and were soon gone.

A kick in the ribs brought me back to the fight. I rolled my eyes and knuckled him twice in the head. He grabbed my arms and head-butted me to the ground. It being almost midnight, I could barely see him when he picked me up and threw me into a tree. I shouted from the pain as I fell out.

A truck rumbled by and halted. Two men in camouflage, one with a lump on his head and the other with a scar (Lump, Scar, and Dingy, I christened), jumped out and headed straight for me with crowbars.

Just when I said I could handle this.

I sighed and stumbled drunkenly towards them, blood oozing from my nose and a cut on my lip. I punched Lump in the nose and dodged a kick from Dingy. Scar tackled me to the ground as Dingy smacked his boot in the back of my head. I wriggled out of Scar's grasp when Lump smashed my fingers with his own boot.

I jumped up, shouting with rage, and wrapped an arm around Dingy's neck. He choked and gasped, trying to writhe free, but I kept tightening my grip. This wouldn't be the first time I killed. He was dead as soon as he punched me, anyways.

Scar grabbed a machine gun from his belt and slammed me on the back of my head with it.

I saw nothing but black.