194: Homerun

Laird’s POV

I was sure I was going to die.

My body ached, my face and head hurt, and my stomach was especially painful. The final blow from Alan sent me flying into the metal shelf on the wall. The edge of the rack hurt my temples, and the pain grew stronger. Blood oozed from my temple.

Although I wanted to fight the man again, my legs felt weak. I spurred myself to get up, but Alan confronted me. He raised the gun on the floor that we had been fighting over. My breath caught and the pain around my waist became more and more stifling.

Slumped on the floor, I summoned up what was left of my strength to fight Alan again. I just didn't know if it would be enough to defeat Alan once and for all.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at my head. I looked into Alan's eyes, right in the center between the gun that threatened me. The man was grinning as if he had already won.

I didn't want to give up. I had to save Fenella.

My hand slowly reached for the shelf behind me. I don't know what I'm ho