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punch breaking his nose.
    My adrenalin was pumping and I felt like I could do this all night. By the looks of it, these four couldn’t. They were done. Unfortunately the Gamma Phi Beta’s brother weren’t. The entire Fraternity, or at least what was left of them had surrounded me. There must had been twenty-five guys out there. I was good, but I wasn’t that good.
    I was about to say something that would call attention to how unfair the numbers were when something excruciatingly painful exploded in the middle of me back. I fell to my knees and then to the ground. I turned around, and sure enough Big Red Ron was standing there holding a baseball bat, sporting a shit-eating grin. He raised the bat again.
    I hate when that happens.
     
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    Ron looked like a kid ready to hit the crap out of a piñata . A deranged kid, and I was the piñata. Already, I figured he had done some serious damage to me. He either chipped a vertebrae or ruptured my kidney, or both.
    And as he wheeled back to take another swing, and as I was about to dive under the nearby SUV, we both heard a commotion coming from down the street. He stopped in mid-swing, and I stopped in mid-dive, and promptly coughed up some blood.
    And while I coughed, a van appeared around the corner, screeching on two tires. Three guys in black trench coats were hanging out of the open doors, whooping and hollering at the top of their lungs. I had just propped myself up on a knee when the van burst over the curb. It bounced and skidded to a halt, tearing up the lawn next to me.
    You have got to be kidding me. What the hell did I just get myself into?
    All the doors to the van seemingly opened at once and three guys poured out, all wearing trench coats and all looking as if they had just gotten back from a Marilyn Manson concert. Oddly, they looked alike: tall, pale, with long, greasy black hair.
    I coughed and more blood came up. I stood slowly. I think Ronnie boy had cracked a rib. And as I stood, I felt a gentle hand under my elbow helping me. I looked, surprised. It was Lena. She smiled at me, but the smile quickly faded. Her eyes flashed warningly over to the death rock trio.
    As I steadied myself, the tallest of the van freaks—easily seven feet tall—rushed over to Lena, who was still holding my arm. He grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. She pulled me with her a little and I spun, too, nearly falling.
    The tall weirdo said, and none too politely: “What the hell are you doing at this meathead party? I warned you to stay away.”
    She stood her ground, looking up at the guy. “You think I wanted to come to this party, Atticai? One of these assholes drugged me at the club and brought me here.”
    A woman got out of the driver’s side. She had dark reddish maroon hair and was paler than all the guys put together. She was stunning. She too, wore all black, but it looked like a jumpsuit and she had a bull whip in her hand. This was just getting better and better.
    “They drugged you?” said the tall guy. Atticai, I assumed.
    But before she could respond, one of the frat guys yelled out, “Hey, Freak Show! Get your fucking van off my lawn or I’m calling the police.”
    “Who said that?” Atticai said, scanning the crowd, which was pretty easy for him to do, since he was the tallest guy I had even seen up close.
    A real muscular guy came forward. “I did,” he said. “Now get your fucking van off my grass or I’m going stick my foot deep in your bony ass.”
    Atticai turned away, ignoring him. He took both of Lena’s shoulders in his exceptionally big hands. “Did they hurt you?”
    Lena looked away. There were tears in her eyes. Hell, there were tears in my eyes, too. I looked at Ron. He was standing with his back to me, holding the bat loosely, completely absorbed by the three strangers.
    The tall guy said, “So which one of these young men thought it would be okay to drug a young woman and take advantage of her?”
    Without