I have decided to fill my blog with short stories that are laying around in that empty head of mine. I hope all enjoy them.

I could feel the darkness creeping up on my mind. The wound that he opened on my head was bleeding profusely. I could feel the blood running down my face and taste it entering the corner of my mouth. I had to put this guy down before I totally blacked out.
I rolled with his blow just enough that the 2x4 he was wielding like a baseball bat had missed my eye but it opened a very deep gouge in my scalp. He had backed off enough to admire his work. This gave me just enough time to shake off the darkness and pull myself together.
I waited for him to approach again. This time I could hear the rocks crunching under his feet as he approached me so I knew he was close without having to look up at him. I made the action of pulling myself to my feet but what I was doing was getting in the starting position like a track runner. I had scooped up a hand full of gravel with my right hand and was letting the blood that was running off of my chin pool in my hand. When I finally raised my head to see where he was, he was getting ready to swing his 2x4 of death. I lunged with my feet, arms out. I used my left arm to block the impeding strike and used my right hand to deliver my concoction of rocks and blood to his eyes.
Now that he was temporarily blinded. I delivered a quick knee to the groin followed by a right jab to the jaw and a left hook to his head. I am hoping that I can put this B.U.B.(Big Ugly Bastard) down before I totally black out and he makes it permanent. He is limping around good but still not out for the count. I can tell he is working his legs under himself to charge. Soon as I figured it out, he was charging like a mad bull. I attempted to sidestep it but he caught me on my left and spun me around. I used the newly created momentum to push him into the nearest wall. With a bone crunching almost horrifying sound he came to a stop. Thank god for 19th century brick.
I checked his pulse to make sure he was still in this timezone. Thankfully he was. I sat down on the ground next to him and proceeded to tell him how much I didn't care for violence, how it didn't get us anywhere, how we could have talked about whatever was bothering him. After I said my piece, I decided to roll him over and find out exactly who he was.
After a quick check of pockets, I found what I was looking for. Antov Publinski was the big fellas name. By the looks of his passport he had entered the country in New York by the way of Hungary. Whatever his problem was, I hope he sleeps it off here in the alley.
I am almost sure this has something to do with Viktor Nomitask, the Hungarian national I had followed to the bar. Only time will tell what Viktor is up too.