20151201

Friends No More

Stella couldn't help herself, she had to look at him. Oh, god! He looked so concerned and so young. Even in her muddled mind, she knew the horrors destined for this naive man. Norman was fast approaching him...Oh, god...help me.
Having reached the door, she enters; commotion ensues and the door swings wide, a bag is flung out the opening, then another, followed by shouting protest. Shortly, Jack is shoved out to where his belongings had landed in a heap. Bewildered he turns to re-enter, but the door is slammed in his face. What the hell is going on? Jack shouts to the uncaring wood door; unaware of the two men in the alley.
Jack?! Calls out Warren, now recovered from his own unexpected, but less violent encounter with Stella. Moving towards his friend, Warren is accosted from behind. The two struggle to get a footing over the other. Jack turns to see the fight and before he can reach them, Norman strikes Warren down. Blood gushes from his head as he tries to sit up.
One of the neighbors has peered out the window to see the raucous and decides to alert the local bobby. With all the commotion, between the three men, old Pete slips out, unobserved and heads down the narrow street in search of Constable George.
Stop! Growls Norman as Jack is within a few feet of them now. Squatting, Norman wraps his forearms around the half conscious Warren and squeezes his neck. Stop, or I will break his neck! You wouldn't dare! Wouldn't I....the madman who slew defenseless women...I would gladly rid myself of this f'ing annoying and too clever friend of yours! Norman's eyes were practically bulging out of their sockets for the fury he felt; veins popping on his neck like worms. It would serve no purpose to your plans. Oh, now you care about my plans?! Ha-ha-ha. How terribly amusing, but I won't be deceived by you Jack...my betrayer. Norman's eyes narrow to small black beads and a smile that would make the grim reaper shiver covers his sweaty face. Come here Jack, if you wish to save your friend. Warren begins to feel the ground beneath him again, but plays possum since Norman has a strong grip on him still.
Jack approaches, knowing this situation could go wrong very quickly and the danger to Warren was extreme. In one swift motion, Norman releases Warren and lunges at Jack, pining him against the cold brick wall. With one forearm on Jack's throat, Norman punches his gut with his left fist in rapid succession. A wave of nausea envelopes Jack. Norman leans in and breathes into his ear, the man who was once his best friend, you have betrayed me for the last time 'brother.' Jack's vision blurs and the lack of oxygen is rendering him unconscious. Norman reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out his blade...

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