Cape Weathers just wanted to know what time it was before he died it wasn't much of a prayer but it was all he could manage on short notice Cape was on this back looking at the clock tower as the Russian tried to strangle! Him He could feel this larynx start to collapse as the gangster shifted his weight and tightened his grip all three hundred pounds of him crushing the air from Capes lungs broken ribs stabbed as he tired to breathe His vision started to fade And Cape knew he'd black out any minute Then he'd black out any minute Then He Be as dead But He Could still see the clock Tower Jumping upward into the Fog And He Couldn't Help himself He wanted. To Hear The bells ring one last time HE also wanted to kill the Son of a bitch That was strangling Him but Cape had learned to set realistic goals Cape managed to free his right arm and swung frantically trying to get a an angle on the giant's Head. The Russian spat in his face And squeezed harder Cape heard A Wet cracking sound. And figured he'd lost another Ribs He fought the pain and kept punching telling himself this would. Be over soon One way or another An audible crunch and sudden pain in his throat his attacker relaxing his grip as if Cape had just died maybe he had Cape snapped his head back away. From the hands banging the back of his head
