HAH! I knew I had a more recent version of the last excerpt, so I did a little digging and found it.
The final edit might be some mix of the two. I think I've got a lot more description in the second one. Ah well, read them both and tell me what you think.
~~~~~ Out of the Frying Pan: Edited ~~~~~
“What… what do you want?!?” Sheila tried hiding the fear in her voice. “Like I said,” the gruff man replied, “we’re taking you with us!” He stepped closer. “Stay away from us!” She took a step back. “Listen, girlie!” snapped the evil man. “I’m taking ya’ll and I don’t care if you like it or not!” Sheila continued backing away, but bumped into something. She glanced around and saw she was trapped; cornered between the wall and the stove. She looked back at her attacker, her eyes wide with fear. “No where to go, eh?” he sounded as if he could read her very thoughts. “Well, I guess you’re outa luck! Hahaha!” his laugh was deep and sickening. Sheila’s mind raced with panic. This large, coldhearted guy was determined to take her and her siblings, but she was paralyzed with fear. They heard a voice from the back of the cabin. “Get away from her!” Liam dashed forward and tried to tackle the menace. Before he could even reach him, one of the other thugs grabbed him and threw him to the ground. “What are you trying to pull here, kid?!” The big man mocked Liam as Sheila watched with widened eyes. She tried to scream, but her voice failed her. Liam tried to get up, but was hit in the face by a minion’s fist. Liam fell back to the floor with blood spilling from his nose. “You can’t stop us, kid!” He tried to get up a third time; he jumped to his feet and ran toward the leader of this merciless band. Liam pushed past the first menace and had just about reached his target when the second brut punched him in the stomach. Liam slid to the ground; his eyes squeezed shut with pain. “Hah! Let that be a lesson to ya!” The man and all his friends laughed long and hard. Liam had fought so hard to help, but was knocked down every single time. Seeing her brother lying on the floor in agony caused a fire to burn inside Sheila. She was angry, enraged that these vicious men had come in here and attacked her brother for attempting to save her. She was furious! She glared at her enemy, who was still laughing at Liam. With fury like no other, Sheila grabbed the handle of the heavy iron skillet behind her with both hands and swung it at her opponent’s thick head. It hit him just as he was turning around to face her. The evil man fell to the ground screaming in anguish. The other two men froze in shock as they stared at her. She wielded the skillet in both hands as some sort of bladed weapon, her newfound confidence evident through her glaring, fiery eyes. She raced toward the enemy and swung the deadly frying pan at the first man’s head. He swerved just in time to avoid the assault. Sheila changed directions and swung at the other ruffian. He was not as swift and got hit in the side with the heavy pan. The first man snatched Sheila from behind and lifted her into the air, the skillet falling from her hands. “Let me GO!!!” She screamed as she kicked furiously in an effort to get away. Her wild thrashing eventually caused the man to let go of his hold. She dropped to the ground and made a mad dive the pan. Just as she grasped the handle and stood up, she was hit by a powerful blow. She fell to the ground almost instantly, blood slowly oozing from the back of her throbbing head. “Get the kids!” The big man glared at her from above. “What about her?!” whined the wounded underling. Their criminal leader apparently understood his subordinates’ biased sense of justice. “Leave her to die!” With that reply, he stormed from the cabin. The minions took the children captive and followed. The last thing Sheila heard before her vision faded to black were little Tulia’s cries.
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