Suddenly my breath went short, the smell of hot peppers filled my nose, and my eyes began to water, as my lady had began applying a massive dose of ultraviolet died pepper spray directly to his face from a distance of approximately 2 inches away. As I’m sure you know, mace is not partial to whom it affects, and I was still straddling him and landing numerous blows about his face. The spray clouded about the both of us, effectively affecting both of us. I jumped up and walk to the car, looking inside i noticed the gun on the seat. I picked it up and put it in the waist of my pants and took the keys from the ignition, i hurled them into the nearby gravel parking area and turned back to the car. I looked inside and noticed that there was various brands of beer in the back seat, and a few empties on the floorboard on the the passengers side. I looked back to the bleeding thug lying in the street and observed that he was now trying to get up. I pulled the black handgun out and walked towards him and yelled for him to get the fuck down, and not move. He complied, and settled to the asphalt.

{After this event I bought this .40 cal. Also a Hi-Point.}

          I ejected the clip from the gun and counted the heavy full metal rounds. There were four, I pulled the slide back and looked into the chamber, empty. Anger suddenly filled me and I turned towards him, taking three quick steps and hefting the .45, barrel facing backwards, swung downwards with it in my right hand and watched as the heavy weapon smashed his sinus cavity inward, setting a fresh flow of blood flowing from his face. Following this with a series of devastating downward stomps of my right foot to his ribcage. Each contact sent the sensation of small twigs snapping beneath my foot.

          My girlfriend was begging me not to kill him, and it snapped me out of my berserk rage. I looked at her and saw the mascara tears streamed down her cheeks. I looked back at our would be attacker and saw that air bubbled in the blood where his nose should be. I turned him onto his side so that he would not drown and watched as he took a few shallow, gurgling breaths, and we left the area. Once we got to the trail I went to the side near the river and tossed the heavy Hi-Point .45 Auto into the center of the river. I checked the local paper the next day and the only thing about it was an assault reported in the exact area that the attempted robbery took place and I felt relieved that he was still alive.

{This is me on the Bike Path near where I was help up at gun-point.}