One of Those Days Part 20

One of Those Days

Part 20

Showdown!


Taking a cue from Spacewolfomega  I shall precede today's
segment with a bit of a song I think appropriate to the chapter.

Oh what I would do to have
The kind of strength it takes to stand before a giant
With just a sling and a stone
Surrounded by the sound of a thousand warriors
Shaking in their armor
Wishing they'd have had the strength to stand

But the giant's calling out my name
And he laughs at me
Reminding me of all the times
I've tried before and failed
The giant keeps on telling me
Time and time again. "Boy you'll never win!"
"You'll never win!"

But the stone was just the right size
To put the giant on the ground
And the waves they don't seem so high
From on top of them lookin' down
I will soar with the wings of eagles
When  I stop and listen to the sound of Jesus
Singing over me

I will choose to listen and believe the voice of truth
Artist Name- Casting crowns
Song lyrics- Voice of truth



Merai stepped backwards.  Her quills fully extended, she needed to get back to the store!  Suddenly a thick woolen coat draped over her from behind!  She pressed backwards hard, but her quills got stuck in the dense material.  An oafish pit-bull leered down on her and laughed.

“The little girl mustn't catch a chill on these cool autumn nights, right guys?” the wolf laughed.  “But I'm sure we can get her warmed up soon enough!”

The pit-bull's powerful arms encircled Merai.  “Let me go!” she shrieked.  A huge paw clamped over her muzzle, stifling further sound.  The wolf moved in closer.  “You'd better be nicer, little miss porcupick!  Your kind aren't very welcome in this part of town, in your rich, fancy cars, and your rich, fancy cloths!  You're lucky you found us, we can be very nice, just show a little gratitude and respect and everything will go a lot easier!”

At that moment, tires screamed in the middle of the road.  Quinn's car shrieked to a halt, inches from the the small chihuahua just getting up, and the bulldog still standing in the middle of the road.  In a glance Quinn took in the scene, a gang of five street toughs, Kadie's flat tire, and Merai held struggling in the arms of a massive pit-bull.  The young man saw red.

“Hey asshole! What do you think you are doing!”  the bulldog pounded on the hood of Quinn's car.  He walked over to the driver's door and beat on the glass.  “Get the hell out of here!” he ordered.

Quinn savagely kicked his door open, knocking the wind out of the surprised bulldog. He fell backwards into Kadie's tailfin which dug sharply into his back.  The bulldog fell to the ground whimpering.

The lead wolf snorted.  “That's the wrong move jerk!  Get him!”

A young doberman with a switchblade attacked Quinn next.  Quinn sidestepped the attack, grabbed the doberman's arm and threw him into his car.  The doberman barely had time to spin around when Quinn backpedaled into him, sharp quills already spiking through his coveralls.

Quinn hissed as he felt the switchblade sink into his lower back.  But the doberman screamed as several quills stuck him in the gut and chest.  Quinn pulled off the doberman and started towards the wolf.  “Let the girl go.  Now!” he growled.

“Bull ...  shit!” the wolf replied.  He reached behind him and produced a chrome plated automatic pistol.  At the same time Quinn reached into his own pocket in his coveralls to get the .45.  He almost had his arm up when the wolf started firing.  The first round hit Quinn's left thigh, stopping him.  The second buried itself in his right chest, the third hit him in the right arm, making him lose grip on his pistol, it flew out of his hand.  The remaining rounds from the wolf's pistol sprayed everywhere else.

The porcupine fell to the ground in slow motion a dark tunnel encroached into his vision.  He thought he heard Merai screaming.  The wolf changed magazines and walked up to him.  Quinn tried to talk, but blood came from his mouth.  He could feel it soaking into his coveralls.  The last thing he saw was the wolf standing over him, the muzzle of the pistol pointed in his face.  “Too bad, porcupick” he gloated  “you lose!”  Quinn closed his eyes to the sound of thunder and oblivion.