White bone burst from Tom’s broken leg. The baseball bat cracked against his arm and broke that as well.
A large brick raised into the air above Tom’s head.
The final blow was coming.
From the corner of his eye, his friend, Jeremy, pooled blood around his face. Teeth and bone littered the hardwood floor of the bar.
Tom smiled up at his soon to be coming demise. He laughed. The brick hesitated.
Tom kicked out with his good leg.
The brick fell and missed Tom completely, but landed on the foot of his assailant. He screamed.
Tom took the gun from the man and shot at his guts in one movement.
He then shot the one to his left, and another to his right.
He smiled a little, but then caught sight of Jeremy again. His friend was gone forever. The smile vanished.
It wasn’t his fault.