1.n.
Color returned
to Mr. Jones’s vision.
Tanya dodged a
punch from Deal Breaker and then countered with a back-hand slap. This seemed to irritate Deal Breaker more
than hurt him.
“You’re not
getting him, Dale,” Tanya said. She
dodged another punch and brought her knee up into Deal Breaker’s chest. The wind gushed from his lungs and he made a
grunting noise. Tanya grabbed his hair,
yanked his head back, and chopped at his throat, but Deal Breaker brought his
forearm up in time to block. He shifted
his weight, wrapped his leg around Tanya’s knee, and rolled. They tumbled to the floor, Deal Breaker
coming out in a dominant position; striking.
“Dan?” Mr.
Jones called out.
Deal Breaker froze
in mid punch. Then he whipped around,
his eyes full of fury.
“She called
you Dale. Why am I remembering Dan?” Mr.
Jones said, rubbing his eyes.
“That was my
grandpa. Deal Breaker Dan.”
Dale Breaker
stood. Tanya’s limp form slumped against
the linoleum as he advanced on Mr. Jones.
“Do you recall
what you did to him you son of bitch?”
“I… No. All I remember is, Dan.”
“You don’t
even remember!” Deal Breaker roared and lunged forward. He clamped his hands around Mr. Jones’s neck
and squeezed.
Once again, color
vision gave way to black and white.
