little closer, until I was only a few feet away from the counter, then
eyed him up and down like the piece of shit he was.
The biker who’d been rifling through the
till, stopped and stared at the main guy with his sunken eyes, waiting to see
what he would do first, while the other moron carried on stuffing his face like
some lobotomized chimp.
‘So what is it to be?’ the big guy
pressed.
‘I think you need to be more concerned
about keeping your own face intact, numbskull,’ I said with a fake smile, preparing
myself.
The biker clenched his jaw.
‘I think it’s you that’s gunna get a good
pasting, boy,’ he spat, looking like he was about to launch himself over the
hot plate towards me.
I glanced to my left. The pyromaniac had
now pulled out a vicious-looking knife and was standing next to the girl at the
door, who under the fluorescent lights, looked like some sort of demented
vampire. I glanced back at the counter. The other two hadn’t moved as if unsure
of what to do. I knew I had to think fast, or get swamped by all of them if
they decided to charge as one.
The machete guy turned as if to make his
way out through the swing doors. Quickly, I pulled out the rope from the back
of my belt and in one deft move launched its coiled loop over the counter at
him.
Bingo. The rope fell perfectly over his
head and lay around his neck. He froze for a second, surprised at the sudden
impediment, then more so when I tugged it hard, tightening the noose.
He spun around in shock looking
bewildered, then as his hands went to free the rope, I yanked it violently, so
that he came hurtling out over the hot plate head first and thumped down onto
the restaurant floor amongst a sea of broken crockery before me.
For a moment everyone froze as their
associate writhed around on the floor, before the pyromaniac barged through the
door knife outstretched, like he was about to offer it to me.
I put my foot on the main guy’s throat
and tightened the noose, letting them know who was boss, then looked up at the
knife guy as he inched a little closer.
‘Back off, fatso, unless you want me to
remove your friend’s fucking head. I’m serious. I do this sort of shit in my
sleep.’
The biker held back. The other two behind
the counter still hadn’t moved as if they’d soiled themselves.
‘Let my man go or I’ll kill ya,’ the girl
snarled, panic filling her glassy eyes.
‘Is that so,’ I said tugging the rope
hard again, so that the biker’s eyes bulged out of his now purple face.
‘Just let him go!’ she snapped again,
tears gathering in their ducts.
‘Let me tell you something,’ I
said scanning the group intently. ‘You all just get back on your crappy little
bikes and head back to the dark hell hole where you sprang from and I won’t
hurt him. Simple as that. Fuck with me just one more time though, and I’ll take
both his ears off, here and now. You want that?’
I stooped down and picked up the weapon
that had thankfully followed the biker over the counter.
‘Now you’re going to be a good boy and do
what I say, aren’t you, Blackie,’ I said in a whisper, noticing the name
stamped on the breast pocket of his denim waistcoat.
‘You’re a dead man, fucker,’ he gurgled
between bloodied teeth.
I didn’t like what I was hearing
and lowered the blade to his throat, paring the skin open a little so that he
knew I was serious.
‘I’ll fucking do it, Blackie, if you push
me too far. I’ll fucking do it…’ I lied.
‘He’s bluffing,’ the pyro guy announced
edging closer again, his Bowie knife glinting under the flickering lights.
The girl pulled out a blade of her own
suddenly, summoning up some more courage to join her friend. She was probably
the most dangerous of them all I thought. Those eyes of hers were devoid of
soul...
‘You haven’t got the balls, mister,’ she
spat, eyeing me like I was a chunk of meat ready to be dissected.
The two bikers behind the counter
sprung into
eyed him up and down like the piece of shit he was.
The biker who’d been rifling through the
till, stopped and stared at the main guy with his sunken eyes, waiting to see
what he would do first, while the other moron carried on stuffing his face like
some lobotomized chimp.
‘So what is it to be?’ the big guy
pressed.
‘I think you need to be more concerned
about keeping your own face intact, numbskull,’ I said with a fake smile, preparing
myself.
The biker clenched his jaw.
‘I think it’s you that’s gunna get a good
pasting, boy,’ he spat, looking like he was about to launch himself over the
hot plate towards me.
I glanced to my left. The pyromaniac had
now pulled out a vicious-looking knife and was standing next to the girl at the
door, who under the fluorescent lights, looked like some sort of demented
vampire. I glanced back at the counter. The other two hadn’t moved as if unsure
of what to do. I knew I had to think fast, or get swamped by all of them if
they decided to charge as one.
The machete guy turned as if to make his
way out through the swing doors. Quickly, I pulled out the rope from the back
of my belt and in one deft move launched its coiled loop over the counter at
him.
Bingo. The rope fell perfectly over his
head and lay around his neck. He froze for a second, surprised at the sudden
impediment, then more so when I tugged it hard, tightening the noose.
He spun around in shock looking
bewildered, then as his hands went to free the rope, I yanked it violently, so
that he came hurtling out over the hot plate head first and thumped down onto
the restaurant floor amongst a sea of broken crockery before me.
For a moment everyone froze as their
associate writhed around on the floor, before the pyromaniac barged through the
door knife outstretched, like he was about to offer it to me.
I put my foot on the main guy’s throat
and tightened the noose, letting them know who was boss, then looked up at the
knife guy as he inched a little closer.
‘Back off, fatso, unless you want me to
remove your friend’s fucking head. I’m serious. I do this sort of shit in my
sleep.’
The biker held back. The other two behind
the counter still hadn’t moved as if they’d soiled themselves.
‘Let my man go or I’ll kill ya,’ the girl
snarled, panic filling her glassy eyes.
‘Is that so,’ I said tugging the rope
hard again, so that the biker’s eyes bulged out of his now purple face.
‘Just let him go!’ she snapped again,
tears gathering in their ducts.
‘Let me tell you something,’ I
said scanning the group intently. ‘You all just get back on your crappy little
bikes and head back to the dark hell hole where you sprang from and I won’t
hurt him. Simple as that. Fuck with me just one more time though, and I’ll take
both his ears off, here and now. You want that?’
I stooped down and picked up the weapon
that had thankfully followed the biker over the counter.
‘Now you’re going to be a good boy and do
what I say, aren’t you, Blackie,’ I said in a whisper, noticing the name
stamped on the breast pocket of his denim waistcoat.
‘You’re a dead man, fucker,’ he gurgled
between bloodied teeth.
I didn’t like what I was hearing
and lowered the blade to his throat, paring the skin open a little so that he
knew I was serious.
‘I’ll fucking do it, Blackie, if you push
me too far. I’ll fucking do it…’ I lied.
‘He’s bluffing,’ the pyro guy announced
edging closer again, his Bowie knife glinting under the flickering lights.
The girl pulled out a blade of her own
suddenly, summoning up some more courage to join her friend. She was probably
the most dangerous of them all I thought. Those eyes of hers were devoid of
soul...
‘You haven’t got the balls, mister,’ she
spat, eyeing me like I was a chunk of meat ready to be dissected.
The two bikers behind the counter
sprung into
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