This isn't going well, Hal thought, just as Todd appeared
in the doorway at the other end of the kitchen.
"Hal," he whispered, as Charlie hit the door again and the
crack widened, considerably. "Get him into the other room."
"What?" Hal shot back as the door now shook because Charlie
began pounding on it with his fists. "You want me to ask him
nicely or should I make it in the form of a threat?"
"Just get him in there," Todd said in a horse whisper. At
that moment, a thick and gnarled fist burst through the door
in the center of the previously noted crack, spraying
splinters all over Hal.
"Holy Christ!" Hal squeaked in alarm as the hand began
reaching blindly around for some fleshy object to grab on to.
"You get him in there, damn it!" Hal shouted. "I'm sort of
busy at the moment!"
"Crap," Todd said and then disappeared from sight. Since
Hal was on the floor, bracing himself against the door and
fridge, Charlie's groping hand couldn't find him, so he
attempted to pull his arm back through the crack, so he could
try hammering on it again. His meaty hand got stuck in the
narrow opening for a moment and then Hal heard Todd begin
yelling from the living room, to attract Charlie's attention.
"Hot damn," Hal muttered.
With an audible 'grunt', Charlie yanked his arm free of the
damaged door and Hal heard him lumbering down the short hall,
apparently knocking things off the walls and violently
redecorating the apartment as he went.
Hal moaned as he removed his cramping legs from holding the
door shut and pulled himself painfully to his feet. Charlie
was still working on his decorating degree, while also trying
to lay his hands on Todd as Hal managed to tug the permanently
warped door open and staggered into the entryway. The path of
destruction was easy to follow as Hal made his way to the
living room and peeked around the corner, where the sounds of
conflict were concentrated.
Charlie had retrieved his axe and Todd was backed up
against a wall as the Chinaman advanced on him, playfully
waving the deadly weapon back and forth. Todd was attempting
to protect himself by holding a metal folding chair between
himself and Charlie. The two front legs of the chair were
already bent and damaged from being struck by the axe and
Charlie was now biding his time, waiting for an opening so he
could plant the blade intosomething a bit softer than a chair
leg.
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