horror as he realized the extent of the man's wounds. "Fuck! We need to get you to the Doc! Boss! Help!"

Mason was barely standing leaning heavily on his hammer. "Go on without me! Get him to Doc, I'll only slow you down in my condition." He stumbled forward almost falling on the wet ground.

"But…"

"I said GO! A wound from that little toothpick isn't going to kill me. Now GO!"

Arthur threw his wounded friend over his shoulder. Rushing down the street the two disappeared into the rain.

"We ain't finished here boy. If Benny dies I will find you. And I will kill you."

The silent boy stared back at the man as he limped after his two friends.

The street was then silent; the only sounds were of the rain steadilyfalling to the ground and the panting of his own breath.

"Oh ho ho. That was quite the display of athleticism now wasn't it my boy!"

The boy stumbled as he turned towards this new voice, fearing that it was another guard here to finish what the other three started. A large heavy-set man emerged from the nearby alleyway. He looked to be in his 40s or 50s with a large greying mustache that seemed to cover half his face.

The boy dropped his dagger, his arms hanging limp at his sides. He no longer had the strength to fight this newcomer. He barely had the strength to stand as this man approached.

"What's you name my boy? Not speaking are we? Well then I can talk for the both of us.