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other leg.” The bat fell to the ground and the woman reached for his foot and began to pull.
    They both strained to move him. The woman was breathing heavily with her back arched to the ceiling, “How much did you get?”
    “Couple hundred and some bags.”
    “Ice?”
    “Yep.” He heaved and pulled. They dragged Steven across the floor as his face ground in the dirt and carpet. Loose needles caught on his jacket as he passed over garbage, dirty plates and soiled newspapers. They entered the kitchen and laid him near the wall, next to the table that was piled high with clothes and pots.
    “Go get the plastic wrap.” The girl crossed the kitchen and began to open drawers pulling items out onto the floor. She spun around holding the plastic wrap up in the air. Steven began to stir on the floor, his legs softly moving as he uttered groans searching for consciousness.
    “Hurry, hurry I think he's starting to wake up.”
    The man lifted Steven to a sitting position and sat down behind him pulling both arms back. Steven's face was exposed to the kitchen. He let out a sigh and his eyes began to open. He could begin to hear the voices in the room. His mind fought to bring him back to reality and to warn him of the danger.
    “Quick pull out the plastic,” he cried to the woman. “Now wrap his face!”
    “I don't know...I don't know if we should do this,” The woman nervously said.
    “You better put that plastic on or you'll be next.” The man's eyes were wide and spit flowed down his lips. She knelt down and began to wrap Steven's face in the plastic. He slowly resisted, feeling the foreign material on his face.
    “Wrap it tight this boy's going for a ride.” The man's knees dug into Steven's back stretching his arms and opening his chest. The woman lowered herself pressing the plastic into his face. Steven took a breath and felt only resistance as the plastic formed a hold over his face. His body tried to pull again and again but no effect. Panic set in and messages fired from body to brain and back again. His eyes open for the first time. Through the plastic he could see the cloudy face of the woman struggling and contorted in the light, gaps in her mouth where teeth should be. There was a tightness in his chest as his arms wrenched back, feeling as if they might break loose and float away. Bony knees pressed on his spine sending pain running down his back and through his legs. He began to choke as his body strained and his lungs heaved.
    Panic set in and Steven began to kick wildly towards the woman. He connected with a kick to the stomach and she crumpled to the floor. The pressure on his face relaxed and through the weave of plastic he pulled a small draft of air. It was enough to subside the need for oxygen. He gathered his strength and pulled his head forward. The man behind Steven fought against this new found strength as Steven launched his head back and connected on the bridge of the man's nose. Blood began to pour out across his face. He lost his grip on Steven and brought his hands to his face, cupping his nose. Blood poured through his fingers and each breath sent droplets out sprinkling the floor.
    In one motion Steven leaned forward removing the plastic and stood in the kitchen. Where moments before he was lying helpless at their mercy, he now reached into his pocket flipped the safety and pulled out his gun. He swung to the man whose eyes met the barrel. There was no pause in his mind. Steven’s focus was survival and he wasn't about to let two drugged out skeletons take that from him. He didn’t think about the future or the law or the lives of these people. Steven cocked his head as he pulled the trigger, the bullet ripped through the man's face releasing blood and matter onto the wall behind him. Steven turned to the woman who put her hands up to him in an effort to block steel with flesh and bone. He released the slug and took the woman's right index finger before grazing her right temple. Two