Children's Games: A Story of Modern Punishment

Chapter 57 - Jonny

~Jonny~ 

He ducked underneath Dominik's arm, dodging the punch that would've broken his nose. Dominik had already wrestled the weapon from his hands, and there was not a spare moment to reach for another. He managed a few punches under Dominik's arm before he was pushed away and elbowed. The brawl was embarrassing, but it allowed him to step away and look back at Emilia.

"Emilia! No!"

She was running after Anna, probably oblivious to Gabriel shooting at her, missing by a hair's breadth until Elliot got in the way again.

"Emil-!"

A ripping pain shot through Jonny's back like a sledgehammer to his ribs. He turned and charged at Dominik who continued shooting until Jonny miraculously snapped Dominik's wrist before he was properly shot without the protection of the vest. But Dominik's non-dominant hand had just enough bite as he socked Jonny in the nose.

Blood gushed, but Dominik's body was equally as battered. They had been fighting only a few minutes, but Jonny was convinced his opponent couldn't feel pain. There was no explanation as Jonny felt like his entire chest was bruised.

Jonny grabbed Dominik's head as he yelled through the pain, then pulled it down to smash into his hard knee. A crack resounded in return and Jonny pushed him away. He smiled, watching the other man shrug away his pain. These types of fighters were his favourite, he decided. Dominik was one to puff out his chest, but it was full of air, not muscle. And the muscle that he did have was for show, only functioning to look good in a pretty magazine.

Jonny wiped the blood from his nose, feeling the rush as he closed in on Dominik. A million thoughts raced through his mind as he forgot about weapons and quick ways to end the fight. Instead, he used his fists, something he was good at, and smiled as bloody ideas blessed his mind. They were intermingled between the images of Emilia's back, ravaged with too many scars to count. He would draw it out painfully, like a stroke of a whip. He would like it. Dominik would deserve it.

He targeted the wrist that he had cracked before, until Dominik brought out another weapon as he saw his end draw near with each hard blow that Jonny delivered. Jonny was bigger, taller, stronger, better, and Dominik knew it. But Jonny expected to be cheated from their unspoken rule of fists only and relished in the moment as he disarmed Dominik in only a moment.

Jonny had his hands around Dominik's throat when he heard more gunshots. It was distracting enough to allow Dominik to bring his hands up and deliver a fine powder into Jonny's eyes. He dropped him at once, squeezing his eyes shut and coughing the burning power from his throat. He could see clearly enough to see Dominik fall to the ground, trying to breathe again. His eyes burned as if they were scratched with acid, but it was not enough to stop him from ramming his boot into Dominik's coughing chest.

He looked around blinking through tears, letting it wash away. He had no idea what the powder was, but eventually managed to look down at the particles of sand and dirt on the top of his shirt. He felt like laughing, realising that the dirty man had probably thrown whatever filth was in his pockets. It was ingenious.

Jonny realised he didn't care for Dominik, sputtering and gasping for breath on the ground. He knew that Emilia, although would deny the dark desires of her violent mind, would be thrilled to kill him herself. It would be Jonny's gift to her.

He unstrapped his Mk48 machine gun from his back and held the cold beauty in his bloody hands as he stalked towards Gabriel and Elliot.

They hid behind crates as they shot at each other, oblivious to Jonny as he entered the scene. There was an air of cowardice that only Jonny seemed to smell in the air other than the scent of blood and gunpowder. He would never treat such a personal matter with his gun...