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down a girl. 
    The man on hands and knees was atop the squirming woman, trying to kiss her. Another was holding her arms.  The man standing had his arms crossed, alternately watching, and halfheartedly attempting to stand guard.  The man violently thrust his hips into the woman as she began to scream again.  The man standing kicked the girl in the ribcage. 
    "Shut up you bitch!"  The man yelled as the woman continued to cry and scream.  His voice seemed strange, a little too deep and electronic sounding. "You still have to deal with me after this faggot is done." 
    The man on the bottom taunted; "Kiss my ass Pedro.  I'm taking my own sweet time.  This bitch is mine.” 
    The distraction gave the woman enough of an opening.  She quickly rolled away with animal - like speed and got up on her hands and knees glaring at her attackers.
    Ethan stood up, took a step forward and yelled, "Stop!" 
    All four turned their heads toward Ethan and Bill. 
    "What the fuck are you doing, Ethan?”  Bill screamed. 
    "Come on, I think it's Sophia!”  He said as he started to run toward the group. 
    "Well son of gun,  what have we here?"  The man said as he stood and zipped his trousers.  "It looks like we're going to have us a little fun tonight after all.  Pedro, you take the one by the curb, and I'll - -"
    He never had a chance to finish his statement as Ethan, running full speed, removed the knife from his belt and threw it into the rapist's chest.  The man was propelled backward into a storefront window and fell out of sight grasping at the knife.  The second man stared in disbelief,  frozen to the pavement as Ethan launched into the air, and put his shoulder into the man's midsection.  They rolled together and then separated, both splaying on the sidewalk. 
    The man picked up a shard of glass from the broken window and dove for Ethan.  Ethan barely had time to move as the glass shattered into the cement next to his head. 
    Ethan's adversary moved with a catlike adroitness.  The man was on his feet and moving ominously nearer to him.  Ethan groped the litter-strewn sidewalk with his hands.  He needed to find something—anything to use as a weapon.  Never averting his eyes from the man, Ethan landed on an object.  It was a broken broomhandle.  He got up as the man lunged for him.  The splintered stick entered the man's chest and came out his back between his shoulder blades.  It made a hollow, hissing noise as it passed through him.  He fell into a broken heap on top of Ethan.   
    Ethan pushed the dead weight of the man aside and slowly rose to his feet, trying to shake off his stupor.  He heard a clamor behind him and before he could spin around, he heard a gun ring out a single shot.  He felt something slam into his skull.  Ethan sensed himself falling to the ground.  Before he hit, his world faded to black.

 
    CHAPTER 4
    HOME IS WHERE THE HEARTBREAK IS 
     
    Ethan woke staring at the night sky and felt the back of his aching head. He tried to remember details of the struggle. He saw Bill on his knees next to him.
    "What the hell did you do—shoot me?"  He asked Bill.  His eyes were out of focus, but he could see his friend crouched next to him.  The street was dark and it had assumed the quiet of earlier. 
    "Naw, I didn't shoot you, I shot one of her pals. She slammed you in the head with a Coke bottle, then I shot her.” He said with a gesture over his right shoulder.  Ethan could see Bill scanning the scene around them.  He watched him nervously check his gun.  Then he adjusted the sweatshirt under Ethan's neck. 
    Ethan felt the back of his aching head.  Pretty nice goose egg.  That's the thanks I get for trying to help a damsel in distress.  I guess I should feel lucky that I'm even here to complain .
    "Her pals!  I thought we were trying to save her?"  Ethan asked as he tried to move, but fell back. 
    "You were trying to save her.  Like a banzai warrior too, I might