Thread: Misquamicut State Beach

Snow watched the kid with the eyes of a wolf, he was prepared to leap in the kid and headbutt him to death if the kid tried anything funny, but as he watched the kid pull an eyeglass kit from his soaked pocket of his pants he couldn't believe it. How the hell did this kid sneak any contraband passed the guards? They didn't even bother patting the kid down? Honestly Snow didn't care as long as the kid was willing to pop the lock on his gag. The lock popped and the metal gag dropped out of his mouth and finally his cheek muscles were allowed to relax. Snow coughed once and cleared the salt water from his throat. T-Thanks kid! His hoarse voice croaked. The young man started working on his handcuffs and although they were both shaking the kid was able to pop one of the handcuffs free from his left hand. Snow noticed the kid looking around nervously and thought he was smart. He may look like a geek but he was street smart enough to see that they were exposed out here in the open. And if fate weren't cruel enough, just then several silhouettes appeared at the beachhead up by the road. Four individuals, armed, but maybe not with guns, the shadow looked like melee weapons. K-kid....We....we got company. You know how to fight? Snow asked but then eyed the small young man up and down with a skeptical eye. Just stay behind me....I owe you one for getting me out of those restraints anyway! Snow insisted and stepped up in front of the kid. Snow was still wearing a shackle on each an arm and a leg but atleast he had a full range of movement. He reached down and grabbed the freed end of his handcuff and pushed the hook end up between his fingers like an ice hook. The three men and one woman made there way down onto the beach laughing to themselves and carrying on. Well well, what do we have here? Fresh fish! The one in the lead said, smacking a baseball bat into his gloved hand. Yeah Spike...Fresh Fish....literally.....haahahaha His smaller crony behind him laughed like a lunatic at the joke he'd made. He was carrying a small baton made of lead. Looks like we're having fish taco's for breakfast today Spike! The woman of the group spoke up and flipped a butterfly knife open and closed as she circled around to flank Snow and the kid. Leave us alone now, or I'll make you regret it! Snow growled like a cornered dog. The others were full of talk but Snow could tell that's all they were, it was the fourth one that had him concerned. He was big, 6'5 and look like he weighed almost 400lbs. His belly was big but so were his arms and legs and Snow knew he wasn't just some fat slob. This guy was there little gang's enforcer and looked like he could not only take a punch, but give a mean one as well. He wasn't carrying any weapons that Snow could see but his gloves looked weighted which meant that even a single punch might be a knock out blow. We'll regret it huh? I don't think we will! I pretty sure we're gonna kill you two and eat you for breakfast. Kilgore show him how we do! The leader, apparently named Spike told the big man to attack. It was a bad mistake made by a novice in combat. If this Spike guy would have had his gang swarm them first and then saved this big Kilgore fella till they were distracted then his gang might've ended up with full bellies this morning. But he didn't, he sent their powerhouse in first. His mistake, Snow's advantage. Snow heard the kid trying to say something but couldn't make it out, his focus was on his opponent. The big man came in with a surprisingly fast right hook, had it connected Snow would have been laid out cold especially in his weakened state but Snow was still better trained and ducked the blow. Snow returned fire with an upper cut and landed the prong of the handcuff underneath Kilgore's jaw. The dull prong didn't enter immediately but slid against the man's oily skin. Snow didn't let up though and punched out with his freed hand, landing a double shot to the man's liver. The big man huffed but didn't falter. Kilgore brought his weighted gloved hand down onto Snow's shoulder and Snow felt a 'pop'. His adrenaline was pumping and so Snow kept going while he could. Again he punched out with the handcuff prong and this time it landed home in the big man's neck. He reeled backward and the prong pulled free sending a torrent of blood spraying onto Snow. The big man stumbled backward but still refused to fall. He clutched the hole in his neck and tried to stem the blood flow. The rest of the group of marauders began to span out, surrounding them. Snow eyed the woman and the leader they'd called Spike. Kid...can you handle their little lackey? I got these two! Snow called out and didn't wait for an answer as he charged into Spike headlong and screaming. The chick slashed him with the butterfly knife as he passed her but Snow didn't feel the injury for now, Spike was swinging the baseball bat with both hands in a wide arc. Classic stupid move, a baseball bat is usually a poor excuse for a weapon in a brawl, it is too heavy to use well one handed and because you have to keep both hands tied up with holding the damn thing it makes the rest of your body an easy target. Snow pulled his arm up and took the blow from the bat, their bodies collided and they both went tumbling to the sand, but Snow was on top. Get'im off me! Spike cried out like a spoiled child about to be spanked. Snow didn't hesitate, he set a four punch ground-and-pound combination to work on Spike's jaw. Three out of the four landed home right on Spike's 'button'. This was the area on most every human being's body that could be pushed hard enough to essentially 'reset' the brain. It was due to nerves that ran behind the jawbone and when someone hit a person just right on that spot....out go the lights. Regardless of Spike's now drooling, snoring, stiff limbed posture which told Snow the man was unconscious he still had the bitch to concern himself with. It was then that he felt the knife blade sink into his shoulder and hit bone. 'There she is', he thought to himself. He felt her yank at her knife, but it was in him and stuck good. Snow spun around and punched at her, forcing her to let go of the blade stuck in his shoulder blade and step back. Once he had room Snow shot his leg out from the kneeling position over Spike's snoring body and swung it out in a round house kick. She was too far for the actual kick to hit her and started to laugh but then the shackle on the end of the leg whipped around an caught her right in the temple. There was a sharp cracking sound and her laughter stopped and she crumpled into the sand like a rag doll. Snow's lungs were burning and his head was pounding like a freight train from exhaustion from over exertion and he collapsed into the sand atop of Spike. He could feel the blood leaking out of the wound on his side the woman had given him and the dull ache of the blade stuck in his back but could do little to help himself. What about the kid?' His mind yelled and although his body was failing, he managed to roll off Spike to check on the Kid's welfare.