The Lowly Gate's Guard

Ch. 10: Last Man Standing (3)

The building swayed for Dean. His balance was weakening, and everything had started to lose its edge. Dean held onto the wall behind him, he needed to finish this quick before he became an easy kill.

"Is something wrong?" Frank asked, his smile like a shark watching it's prey.

Dean tried to focus on Frank, his eyes were doing a terrible job of it.

He panted; his breathing heavy. He was not going to let the sway tip him over.

Frank raised his Rolex watch, taking a quick look at the hands.

"Four minutes left."

Frank put his arm out and pointed his fingers towards a fallen shopping aisle.

Frank's arm tensed as he swung, the aisle following the motion as if it were connected. The shopping aisle slid across the floor heading towards Dean, making a metallic screech as it left marks.

Dean jumped high, grappling onto a sign that hung from the ceiling. The aisle was close to crushing his legs as it crashed against the wall below him.

Frank grumbled. He pointed his hand to where the hanging sign connected to the ceiling and then tugged hard. The sign's supports disconnected as if it had been pulled. The sign fell to the ground, taking Dean with it.

Dean's feet hit the aisle below him. He jumped as soon as he landed. The sign's heavy chains whipped down. Dean tumbled across the floor; the chains crashed into the aisle where he once was.

"I told you not to move." Frank spoke through gritted teeth.

Dean's head was light, the dizziness was slowly consuming him. He slapped his cheek, trying to snap the disorientating room back into place.

"Is someone's head getting a little light?" Frank grinned, the sight of Dean's heavy eyes, and stumbling form, gave him joy.

Frank put his hand out to another shopping aisle, throwing it at Dean just like before. Dean jumped out of the way just in time, but as soon as he landed, another one got shot towards him, making him jump again.

With each jump, Dean got dizzier and dizzier.

Dean held the pipe up towards Frank, still stumbling as he tried to keep his balance. Dean's head was covered in sweat. He was preparing to attack, but suddenly Frank charged him. Dean was caught off guard, with no time to react.

Frank pinned him against the wall. One of Frank's huge hands wrapped around Dean's neck, slowly taking the oxygen out of his lungs.

Dean tried to swing the pipe at him, but Frank quickly grabbed his wrist and squeezed hard.

Dean's pain filled scream was muffled by the hand around his neck. He dropped the pipe as soon as he lost the sensation in his hand, his other still trying to pry Frank off his neck.

Dean tried digging his nails into the hand around his neck.

"None of that."

Frank punched Dean in the stomach, making him cough up blood. The blood splattered on Frank's shirt, staining parts of it a deep shade of red.

"Do you know how much this shirt costs?" Frank was livid.

Dean tried gasping for air, his face was turning a light shade of blue. He grabbed Frank's hand, trying to loosen its grip a little.

"I told you. You're going to suffer."

Frank swung a clenched fist hard at Dean's chest, aiming to fracture his ribs.