Dana’s fist landed straight across Nick’s temple as he staggered back. He felt like a freight train just hit him. Dana continued her relentless assault of punches onto the flabbergasted muscle bound man. Her attacks sent him straight into a row of dumb bells.

Dana picked up one of the dumb bells that were lying on the ground. As soon as Nick raised his head, he saw the end of a dumb bell going right towards his face.

The impact sent him crashing to the ground like a sack of dead weight. He was barely conscience as looked up at his assailant while he spit out the blood that was oozing from his lips. His bruised and batter faced looked up and smiled.

“Wow…sure have a lot of life inside you.” He laughed out. Feeling the end was near for him, he made no attempt to sound apologetic.

“What I have inside me…isn’t life.” Dana sneered out as she walked towards her second target.

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“Fucking bastard…” George flicked his cigarette across the street as he cursed his partner’s name. He waited over an hour at the usual meeting place yet Nick Roark never showed up. Nick was never one to be on time. Always wasting his hours away pounding sparing partners at the gym or shoving dollar bills down the panties of strippers at local strip bars.

“Nick? Yo Nick you in here?” He said walked into the front doors of Stark’s gym. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary at first glance; then again everything seems to be normal when one is staring into darkened areas. As George walked closer into the dark gym, his nose started to twitch as a horrid smell entered his Nostrils.

Blood, it was the smell of fresh blood. Like a reflex action, he quickly drew his pistol from his side. He cautiously walked to the side of the large gymnasium and flipped the light switch. What he saw almost made his eyes bulge out of his head and his heart jumping out of his chest.

George looked on in terror as he saw his own partner crucified onto the side wall of the gym. His arms outstretched with nails in each one of his palms. His eyes were gouged out as a stream of blood poured from each of the empty sockets. And to top it all off, he donned a crown of barbwires on his head cutting into his skull.