Famer's Story-writing debate tournament Round#3 TUF VS LANNAN13

I approached the big house, awestruck at my stupidity. I understood, now, what 717 meant. 717 east, Martin Avenue, was the street address of one of my old friends, Jonathon Mosquada. I hadn't talked to him since... since my wife died. Suddenly the sky beam on the roof clicked off. Whoever was messing with me, was here. Cornered like a rat. I didn't know what I planned on doing quite yet, but I pulled out my big Swiss knife that I always had. I hoped that this wouldn't come to violence, but I had no idea what would happen. I cautiously approached the house, knife at the ready. I went to the door, but didn't bother knocking. I tried opening it, but it was locked. Damn it.I whacked the window with the butt of my knife, shattering it instantly, before climbing through. A light was on, and a man was sitting on a elephant skin couch Staring back at me."Well, Philippe, quite the entrance. You know you could have just knocked." Mosquada said nonchalantly.----------------- Chapter 4: Friend or Foe? I was flabbergasted, and couldn't form the words I wanted to say. What did I want to say?I just stared idiotically at him with my jaw wide open. He stared back, though his look was grimacing. Definitely not excited to be welcoming back an old friend. Or meeting someone else not frozen in the dead time for that matter.Finally I was able to manage a "Jonathon? What the fvck?".He gave a brief chuckle, but instantly went back to his grimace. Then he responded "Michael Jay Philippe. I've been waiting to see you. I bet you have a lot of questions, and most of them I can't answer for you. I can't tell you why time has stopped. I can't tell you why me and you are free, only that it is perfect that it is. But I can tell you this, Michael; You and I have unsettles business." The last sentence was emphasized with a viscous stare and tone, that reeked of deadliness.I was so confused, and shocked that I didn't know the correct response. "But... Mosquada? I don't understand. What business? I haven't heard from you in such a long time."Jonathon answered quickly with "Well, that was because I don't talk to murderers. I only kill them." He stood up.I put my hand on my knife instantly, but didn't draw it. "What are you talking about Mosquito? I haven't killed anyone..."He smirked, but with malice. "You killed Chloe, Philippe. You killed the girl I love." After the initial wave of shock (yes, a lot of shock coming my way today), I finally started to understand. Why would he care if Chloe died? He had known her at Paris Island. They had always been friends... But I never knew he had feelings for her, until now. But he must have valued our friendship too much to have ever told me, and figured she would be happier with me. I didn't dare question that portion of the revelation right now, not when he was like this. Mosquada was a Green Beret, a sniper, and Level 4 Combatives certified. I had always planned on becoming a sniper with him in Basic, but after I met Chloe, my plans for the military had changed. I wanted her, and I wanted to settle down."Mosquito, I didn't kill her. She died in a car accident." I said trying to calm him down.He started breathing heavily, as emotion rose with in him. "I loved Chloe" he said again. "I trusted you with her. It hurt like Hell Mike, to just let you have her for all these years. But you were my friend, and Chloe was happy with you. And ultimately, that's all I wanted. Chloe's happiness made everything better, but not okay. I pretended to not care. I pretended to come to your house to see you. And sometimes I did. But I always loved being in her company, wishing that maybe she would leave you for me. Messed up, I know. But I can't help how I feel. I trusted you with her. You were supposed to take care of her, to protect her from anything. But you got in that accident, and now she is dead-"I interrupted him angrily "Jonathon, I wasn't even driving! And Chloe's death has been hard on me, probably even harder than for you. But I will not be blamed for her death. I spent too long doing that to my self."He was crazy. Utterly insane, if he thought I was responsible for Chloe's death. Mosquada had been in 3 deployments, and had definitely seen a lot of bad things. But it wasn't hard for me to believe that Chloe's death would have been the thing to set him off. Hell, it almost made me kill myself less than an hour ago. He poised his body as if he were ready for a fight, and I tensed. "I am done hearing your excuses. Just because you don't feel responsible, doesn't mean I care. You stole the most important thing in my life, and you let her die. Now, it's your turn to die.""JONATHON! Stop this Bull Sh1t right now, and let's talk about this. Your not of the right mind right now. You need to calm do-""Fvck you!" He pulled Glock out on me, that must have been tucked into his pants behind him. I saw that it was loaded, and gulped nervously."That won't work in the dead time, Mosquito. I've already tried." I said trying to sound confident, though I wasn't really.He fired a shot at the wall next to me, and I jumped and screamed startled. I had seen him turn on light switches, and operate mechanics. I still didn't fully understand how he was able to do that when I wasn't. The first shot was a threat, to show he was serious, but would the next one hit home? From the look in his eyes, and the insanity in his voice, I had to believe he was serious. I stood no chance of winning a fight with him. But I stood even less of a chance if he decided to shoot me. I had to do something, fast. And talking to this man clearly wasn't working. I charged it, letting out a thunderous scream, as I slammed him against the wall pinning his arm to his body. Mosquada was startled, and an accidental shot when off, barely missing my right leg. He was a lot stronger than me, and shoved me off of him easily. I stole the weapon from him quickly as he recovered from my surprise attack. I pulled the trigger twice, aiming to wound him in in the chest. Of course, the gun did nothing, and had absolutely no effect. Fvck me. I tossed the weapon aside.Mosquada punched me in the face with a very strong and dis-orienting effect that seemed to show me the reality of what I was really up against. I threw a counter punch at him, that he easily dodged. He hit me again, and again, wearing me down more and more with every punch. He was a natural at fighting though, and I was lucky to hit him maybe 2 or 3 times to every 8 punches he landed on me. I needed to do something else, or I was going to be dead meat. I feinted right. He didn't fall for it, but punched left anticipating my move. Then I actually weaved right catching him off guard. His punch followed through, and pounded into the wall heavily behind him, near the window I had broken. I quickly jumped on his back side, and pulled a rear naked choke on him with my right arm. We crashed to the grounded, winding both of us in the fall. I was gushing blood from my face and was bruised everywhere from the Number Mosquada had put on me, so I could only hope that I had the energy left to finish the choke. His grip on my right arm was working it's way to prying my arm off. I went for my knife with my left hand, and thrusted toward his chest to stab him. He caught the arm though, and dis-armed me easily, sending the knife cluttering to the floor a few meters away. He went back to prying my arm off.I locked my left arm with my right arm to strengthen the choke, and it worked. He wouldn't be able to fight it off now that my hooks were in. Struggling, and gasping for air, he gripped a shard of broken glass from the floor, and shoved it hard into my foot, twisting. I screamed in agony, but didn't let go. The pain, and my struggle seemed to last forever, but finally I let go. Mosquada was dead.The pain in my foot had me screaming in pain, as blood gushed from it. Then I heard something... Sirens. Noise. Airplanes. Horns. Time had resumed.