close enough, I kicked off of the dirty concrete beneath my toes and swung myself at him, hanging my full weight from the chain and bellowing a challenge as I slammed into him.
He yelled out and tried to duck aside but I was too quick and I sent him crashing to the ground, the knife skittering away across the floor of the old abandoned warehouse and disappearing into a darkened corner.
The wooden beam above me creaked again and the hollow splintering of wood reached me as I swung back on the chains and kicked out at another one of the motherfuckers who were hoping for my death. But I refused to fucking die. Not while that piece of shit had my girl in his grasp. There was no way in hell I’d stop until I had her safely out of his arms and his head caved in at my feet.
As I swung wildly on the chain again, I managed to catch hold of a handful of it and heaved myself upwards. Hand over hand, I climbed the chain, swinging back and forth all the while and flinching as someone took a shot at me.
I got about halfway as the huge groan of breaking wood ripped through the air and suddenly, the beam above me shattered, a chunk snapping right out of the centre of it where the chain was secured so that I fell straight back down towards the ground.
My back slammed into the concrete and my breath whooshed out of my lungs as pain ricocheted through me and a sickening crunch sounded from somewhere to my right as hot liquid splattered over my arm.
I looked around in a panic, finding one of the guys already dead beside me, the lump of broken wood having smashed in his skull barely a meter to my right. His blood was plastered over my torn white shirt and I found myself with one less opponent already.
A savage grin twisted my lips and I looked up at the other men who had scattered at the sound of the beam breaking apart.
The fastest guy to recover lifted his gun and I threw myself aside as he fired, wrenching the meter long length of wood into my arms and running straight for him.
He fired again but his bullets sank into the wooden beam as I used it to shield myself and suddenly I was on him, swinging the beam with all of my strength and a feral cry. I slammed it into his skull, killing him with one furious blow that sent shockwaves rippling through my muscles.
I dropped my grip on the wood and snatched his gun from the filthy floor, aiming it just as two more of the men aimed their own weapons at me.
I caught one of them with a bullet right between the eyes before he even got a shot off, but the blinding pain of fire tearing through my bicep let me know the other guy had hit his target. Not well enough though.
The only thing that can stop me is death itself.
I put two in his chest and he dropped like a sack of shit as I used up the last of the ammunition in my stolen gun, leaving me with two more motherfuckers to finish and no weapon to hand. Not that I needed one. I was a weapon given flesh, especially when my savage girl needed me.
I turned and ran for the rusted old machinery that lined the side of the warehouse, ducking low to avoid their gunfire and dragging the broken beam behind me by the chains still tied to my wrists.
It clattered and thumped across the floor, slowing me down massively and yet somehow I managed to make it behind the rusting machinery without getting hit again.
I gritted my teeth against the pain in my left arm as I glanced at the bullet hole which had been punched into it. It was bleeding steadily but not in a way that made me fear for my life, so I quickly dismissed it as I reeled the wooden beam in and the sound of heavy footsteps drew closer.
The chain had been wrapped around the beam several times and as soon as I reeled it in, I uncoiled it so that the broken wood fell to the ground with a solid thump and I could wrap the chain between my hands instead.
I could hear the two assholes moving closer to me, one coming from each side of the machine, no