The last man standing 1 (short story)

Through the narrow streets the brawl continued. Mike unleashed a powerful punch on his left jaw, as a tooth fell off. 

In a daze, he fell down into a backyard, breaking through the wooden short fence, with kids’ stuff, all strewn all around, 5 colourful small chairs stood close to the makeshift pool, toys and clothes lay on the grass floor, but slowly Barry stood up, with his shirt drenched in blood, that his unsteady legs sent him to mikes embrace sending his knee to mikes groin, even though he felt drowsy as hell, yet his body responded fast but slower than his true self. Both held the wounded parts in excruciating agony moaning and crying out in pain.

 Four men from the narrow road, with hooded sweater, sloshed through the darkness avoiding light as much as possible, in whispers they moved. They walked briskly away from a path with light, in the silence of the night into the broken fence to where friend and enemy alike, lay. Barry with eyes half closed, his blood repainting the short green grasses in red with pain shooting to his brain, lay by the pool.  

Cursing as he tried to stand up, but to his disappointment his feet didn’t agree with his weight, as he went crashing into the children’s pool, with the water transforming to red blood, that when he looked up, one of the hooded men stood above him, with a gun pointed to his chest. 

There he tried to remember the face, and like a forgotten picture in a memory, it came back vividly, as a sardonic smile that reached his eyes creased the side of his mouth.

In the silent night, silent words were exchanged as he stared into his enemy’s eyes.

In his blinding pain, he tried to make himself conscious as he allowed the balmy water sooth him, as he stayed afloat closing his eyes and waited.

Even though the hands hesitated only for a second, but two shots and tendrils of smoke escaped the gun that night, that Barry lay in a water bath of his own blood, dead to all around him, with his wild eyes open, his mouth bleeding.

 Holding mike to steady his shaky legs, they walked away from their deed, into the gnawing darkness, and they quickly disappear into the approaching darkness, as a screeching noise of tires was heard and then an engulfing silence.