Killing Him

Chapter 10

I spun around and faced the approaching men. They were all heavily built, their muscles shifting underneath tight black t-shirts, and their black jeans. Some of them had on knit black hats, but the ones who didn't had short buzz cuts and a tattoo on the side of their necks. A Rottweiler with a gun in its mouth. To a normal person this would be frightening. But I wasn't intimidated.

"Can I help ya'll?"

The leader, I guess, stepped up, chuckling to himself while saying,"Nah but you might need help when we're done with you."

They all scooted closer, but I didn't budge. "Is that right? I think you might need help in reality."

I ran forward and caught the leader by the wrist, twisted it, and flipped him on his back. I kicked him one good time in the stomach and clenched my fists. "Who's next?"

One sauntered forward and sneered,"I ain't 'fraid of some girl who beat that pussy of a man up." He had a mean glint in his eye.

"Suit yourself."

He must've been angered when I said that, because he charged forward like a bull and like a matador, I swiftly stopped to the side. Except I grabbed his shirt, pulled it over his head from the back, and swiped my foot under his legs. He lost his footing and fell hard, hitting his head in the process. He groaned and I saw his body go limp.

I looked up, daring another to come at me. They all looked weary and I saw their eyes shift up the same time I heard footsteps behind me. I spun around quickly, but there was Mr. Calvin Klein himself, along with a friend.