Silver

Chapter 23

His face quickly turns blank and he sends a fist flying towards me, but I'm ready. I drop down, and grab his forearm, using his momentum to throw him over my shoulder. But he somehow manages to hold onto my arm ad I'm slammed into the ground with him.

We both spring to our feet and this times I'm the first to attack, I feint to the right before swinging my foot around and catching him in the side. I quickly spring out of his reach but he charges and takes a flying leap tackling me to the ground. He flys over my head after I hit the ground and rolls to his feet. I scramble I my feet as fast as my sore ribs allow and clench my jaw. No one has eve beaten me, there is no way I'm letting some half crazy mountain man. I take a running start and swing myself around and into a kick that would have broken a rib if he hadn't have been able to barely jump away in time. But I'm not done, I use my momentum to put power behind my two hands clasped and heading for his head. This time he isn't so lucky. My hands squarely meet his face and he goes spinning away from me holding his face.

When he regains his balance turns back to me and I see blood running from a cut on his cheek where the skin split. He touches his cheek and brings it away slowly, he looks at the blood on his fingers like he's never seen it before, and then turns a surprised gaze to me.

And then it hits me why his face sparked a memory. his cheekbones, his eyes, his hair, all looked like somebody's I know. Like mine.

I gasp at the realization and take another look to make sure, but instead of standing where he was the man is spying towards me with a right hook headed for me. I just barely step away time and put my hands up.

"Wait please. Who are you?" I raise my arm just in time to stop his fiat from making contact. "Please just tell me!" but he still remains silent. I keep blocking his punches until a shout alerts us of another presence.

Both of our heads swivel towards the sound, and I choke on air when I see who is there.

The same light eyes, the same wrinkled face from so many smiles, the dark waves in his now grey streaked hair. The same face that has sat on my dresser for the past 11 years.

"Daddy?"