Siblings with Benefits Ch. 31

"Stop fucking around Keith and take the fucker!!" I looked over to see Hawk was back on his feet wiping his bloody face off with a towel from the bar. Oh god let Rick have gotten to a cop that Wolf didn't know!

With a snarl, Mark stepped forward, and as Keith had done earlier went into a frenzy of punches. Keith's hands exploded outwards to meet Mark's attack. Standing toe to toe both Keith and my brother not only were throwing punch after punch, but were somehow still managing to block the other's blows. The two of them then both spun away from each other before turning the fight into a another series of kicks. The crowd watched in awe as Keith and my brother danced in and out, back and forth, the two of them performing a dual that appeared choreographed in its intricacy.

"Goddamn is someone taping this shit?" a voice yelled from behind me.

Sacrificing speed for power Keith started throwing roundhouses instead of jabs and when Mark blocked there was so much power behind them, he was being driven from side to side from the impact. Mark was also being forced backwards and was only a couple of steps away from the wall where he would be trapped. Mark stepped back once more then, as Keith lunged forward, threw himself backwards. When his back hit the wall he slammed his hands back against it palms in, and drawing his legs up, kicked out catching Keith in the chest and sending him sprawling backwards.

"Shit this is better than the movies!"

Mark let himself come forward, and hitting the ground, rolled forwards coming back to his feet directly in front of Keith, who appeared dazed. Still using his momentum Mark caught Keith with a vicious left roundhouse then threw a right. Mark had swung too wide this time however, as Keith stepped into it, and grabbing Marks arm threw him over his shoulder again. Mark hit the floor hard on his back and I saw his head bounce off the floor. Keith leaned over to grab him when Mark swung his legs up, and wrapping them around Keith's head, and letting out a grunt of effort snapped his legs down throwing Keith down onto the floor.

"Goddamn this is nuts." Rick said softly behind me.

Both Mark and Keith came back to their feet and I winced as I saw Mark stagger as he did. Fortunately Keith was busy shaking his head trying to clear the blood from his face.

"What's the matter Keith you tired?" Mark panted out, and as Keith stared at him, waved him on with his bleeding hands.

"Just getting started you piece of shit." Keith sneered.

Keith came forward and the two circled each other slowly. Despite the beating they had both taken both my brother and Keith's eyes were bright and they had identical smirks on their face. This fight had been five years in the making, and the two of them were thoroughly enjoying their chance. Keith had been doing coke all night and his blue eyes were electric from the drug. My brother's eyes had turned as black as I'd have ever seen them but seemed as if they were lit from within. Except in Mark's case it was not a drug but sheer insanity that had his eyes as bright as Keith's.

"Enough!" Hawk snapped and pointing at the two bouncers who had followed Keith up said; "Get that asshole!"

"No!" Keith snapped. "Stay out of my fight! This motherfucker almost killed my brother!"

Taking two quick steps forward Keith threw a jumping spin kick. Mark ducked, and turned to see Keith drop to the ground, spinning and trying to sweep his legs out. Mark jumped the kick and when Keith came up his back was now to the wall. Keith had come around swinging his arm in some type of spinning punch. Mark must have known it was coming as he was already flowing forward. Mark ducked under the blow and when Keith's momentum took him around to face him. Mark kneed him in the stomach and getting his right arm over Keith's head held him there while he delivered a series of punches into Keith's midsection.

Several people began yelling that it was over and for others to pay up. Meanwhile there was a loud crack as Mark dealt Keith a vicious uppercut that snapped his head up. Mark let go of his neck, and grabbing him by his tank top punched him in the face with a short left, then another and another. Blood was flying from Keith's face and his legs were beginning to buckle.

"Holy Christ he's going to kill him!!" A woman's voice cried out.

Mark pulled back his arm for another punch, but before he could throw it one of the bouncers came charging up from behind him grabbing him around the neck and pulling him backwards. Mark immediately threw his elbow back into his attacker's stomach, but he still held on. Before Mark could move again the other bouncer had lunged forward punching Mark hard in the side of the face. I screamed as I saw blood fly from my brother's face. The guy swung again hitting Mark in the stomach. He went to swing again, but staggered back as Mark brought his legs up and kicked him in the stomach. Mark let his legs, go causing the guy holding him, to trip and they both went to their knees.

I was aware of movement behind me, and I turned to see Rick move quickly past me, and grab the guy who had Mark around his neck. The guy spun around and right into the right hook Rick had thrown. The guy hit the floor followed quickly by Rick as Hawk had come up behind him and hit him in the back of the head with a forearm.

"You new here asshole?" Hawk demanded looking down at Rick. You work for us!"

"Hey Pigeon!" Mark yelled.

As he had called out Mark had stepped forward and thrown a spin kick. Hawk turned just in time to catch the heel of Mark's boot in his face and go crashing to the floor. Mark immediately spun back around to the face the bouncer he had kicked. The bouncer swung wildly, and ducking under the blow, Mark spun around so that they were back to back and slammed his elbow into the back of the guys head. The bouncer fell into three guys who were watching and sent them all to the floor in a heap.

Unfortunately for Mark, as he had spun around, he was greeted by a wicked right hook from Keith, who was somehow on his feet again. Keith hit Mark three times in rapid succession driving him down to one knee. With no hesitation Keith slammed his knee into the side of Mark's head knocking him down onto his side. As soon as Mark hit the floor Keith was down on top of him throwing short brutal punches. Several people began to cheer as Mark wrapped his arms around his head trying to protect himself. I started moving forwards unsure of what the hell I could do.

Just then, Rick, who had staggered to his feet, lunged for Keith. Seeing him coming Keith leaned back on one knee and kicked out, catching Rick in the hip and knocking him back down. Underneath him, Mark twisted his hips violently sending Keith rolling off of him. Mark tried to rise but Keith had landed on his knees and got Mark into a headlock. Sliding his arm down until his forearm was pressing into Mark's throat Keith yanked back causing Mark to gasp as his Keith began choking him.

"Holy shit! Someone needs to stop this!"

Several voices murmured in agreement but no one moved. Where the fuck were the cops?

On the floor Mark, had gotten his hand under Keith's arm and, muscles straining was trying to force Keith's arm from his neck. Keith was smiling like a maniac and I could see his eyes blazing even through his blood soaked face. Keith got up to his knees and leaned over Mark forcing my brother to bend beneath him. Mark's face was turning red and Keith's arm was slowly forcing its way tighter around his throat.

"Yeah who's bad now Mark?" Keith asked, his face inches from Mark's ear. "Don't worry I'm not going to kill you, how could you watch us fuck your sister if you were dead. We'll just make you wish you were. Her too."

Letting go of Keith's arm, Mark whipped his arm up and hit Keith in the side of the head. The punch was awkward however, and Keith laughed as he squeezed harder. Mark got a handful of his hair and pulled causing Keith to cry out but he held on.

"Beg, Mark!" He hissed. "Beg and I'll...."

Keith's words turned into a loud scream, as Mark grabbed hold of his ear and twisted savagely. Keith tried to pull his head away but Mark held on and wrenched his ear the other way. Keith screamed again and loosened his arm. Mark immediately threw his head to the side cracking it against Keith's face. Spinning underneath, Mark got to his knees, and letting Keith's ear go backhanded him hard in the face knocking him onto his back. Mark stayed on his knees panting and waiting. Keith had immediately started up to his feet and as he did Mark, with a loud scream of rage launched himself up from his knees swinging his left forearm.

The blow caught Keith in the side of the head sending him crashing into the wall. As Keith started to stagger forwards Mark grabbed him by both ears and drove the top of his head into Keith's face. Still holding him by the ears Mark slammed Keith's head back into the wall. A couple of feet too their right was a long mirror that reflected the bar and the small tables around it. I saw Mark look at it then; dropping his hands to Keith's shirt, lifted him off of his feet and with an incredible display of strength spun around in a circle and smashed Keith's head and shoulders into the mirror.

There was a loud crack and the mirror spider webbed. Mark jumped away from Keith, who with his eyes glazed and half shut, started to fall forward. Mark threw a spin kick that caught Keith square in his face and snapped his head back into the mirror. There was huge crash as the glass shattered, first around Keith's head, and then as the cracks spread, the entire mirror began to fall.

Several of the girls screamed as Keith fell limply face down on the floor.

"Holy fucking shit!" A guy cried out.

"Mark!" I yelled seeing him staring down at Keith.

My paralysis broke and I ran over to Mark as much to make sure he didn't go after Keith more as to make sure he was okay. Mark looked up at me and I stopped in front of him.

"Oh. Mark."

Mark's face was covered with blood and his left eye was all but shut. His shirt was has half torn off and he was gasping for breath. As I watched he slowly went down to one knee next to Keith. The bartender ran past me and getting down on the other side of Keith rolled him over onto his back. I felt a sigh of relief as I could see he was breathing. The bartender looked at Mark.

"You crazy bastard! You..."

He never finished as Mark lashed out hitting him in the side of the head with the edge of his hand. Leaping to his feet so quickly, I jumped back from him, Mark yelled:

"Anyone else want to fuck with me?"

I looked around at the three bouncers lying on the floor along with Keith and the red headed member of the Devil's own. The bartender was sitting up rubbing his head and I noticed that no one said a word. I jumped as someone grabbed my arm and turned to see Rick, his face pale and blood trickling from his nose.

"We have to go." He said. "Now, I don't know where Hawk went."

Rushing over to Mark I grabbed his arm.

"Mark are you okay? We have to..."

"Go." Mark said quietly. "I know."

Without another word Mark headed for the stairs. Rick pushed me in front of him and followed me. It hit me that, at this point, Rick was in almost as much trouble as we would be if we didn't get out of here. I watched my brother in front of me amazed that he was even still walking never mind moving quickly and confidently past the several people who were between us and the stairs. As soon as my brother got close everyone immediately stepped to the side wanting nothing to do with him. When we reached the stairs Mark suddenly broke into a run and I followed as fast as my boots allowed me too. I could hear Rick pounding down the stairs behind me, and felt better knowing no one could come up behind us.

There were a bunch of people at the bottom of the stairs including two bouncers who had been holding the crowd back. Mark flew down the stairs and when there were only a few left leaped down them. Just before he landed, he lashed out kicking one of the bouncers in the face and knocking him into several bystanders. Landing, Mark went down to his knees and as the other bouncer came at him kicked out hitting him square in the balls. The guy's eyes rolled back in his head and with a sound that was cross between a moan and a whimper fell over onto his side clutching his crotch.

Mark sprang to his feet and a tall college age kid reached for him

"Hey man you okay you...?"

He was cut off as Mark punched him in the mouth knocking him down.

"Mark no!" I cried out.

It was too late; Mark spun and bringing his leg up caught another guy who had just been standing there in the head. Someone went to grab him from behind and Mark drove his elbow back into his face. I was close enough to hear the sickening crunch of teeth breaking and cried out my brother's name again. Mark spun towards the people who were in our way and screamed;

"Fucking move!!!"

Had we not been in the spot we were in it would have been comical the way several people literally jumped away from us, one guy even falling over and taking someone else down with him. Mark strode quickly through the crowd with me and Rick close behind. I was looking around wildly for Hawk or the rest of the gang but only saw some of the dancers and the customers. We had passed the main stage and were on our way into the main bar area where the pool tables and better yet the two main entrances were when something struck me as odd; The girls and the crowd were all watching us but quietly as if they were expecting something.

That thought had no sooner passed through my mind then after taking a few steps into the room. I heard the door to the room swing shut behind us. I started to turn but then Mark stopped so suddenly I ran into his back.

"Oh fuck me." Mark said softly.

Standing between us and the main entrance were the Devil's own. As I took a step backwards into Rick I quickly counted eight of them. They were spread out in a semi circle one guy at each end of the pool tables and the rest in a line in front of the door. I looked around and saw that there were only a couple of bouncers standing near the other entrance, and one of them was Rick's friend Bobby. That entrance was much further away however, and I realized with a sinking feeling in my stomach we would never make it before they caught us. Reaching up I put my trembling hands around the locket that mom had given to me, and squeezed it tightly.

"Where you think you're going pretty boy?" Hawk called out as he walked out from behind two enormous bikers.

"Where are the damn police?" I whispered to Rick.

"I...I called Cranston and Johnston and told them to call Providence because of where we were." He paused and I could hear fear in his voice. "Megan t...try to stay close I'll do what I can."

"Cat got your tongue boy?" Hawk asked as he leaned against the pool table. "Hope not, because I want to cut it out myself."

"Lot of mouth with your friends behind you." Mark said softly, and to my horror took a step towards the bikers. "Why don't you come over here alone and talk your shit."

"Hey your too good for me boy, I'll give you that. Hell I ain't never seen Keith lose a fight."

"Then show some class and let us go." Mark told him.

"Can't do that pretty boy. " Hawk said shaking his head. "See us Devil's have rules and one of them is you take one of our women away from one us you pay a price. Never mind no one hurts one of us without getting it back tenfold."

"She is not your woman." Mark said simply.

"Tell you what boy," hawk said smirking. "I'll show you some honor. You put on a good show. You can go but Raven stays here until we're done." he laughed. "Until we're all done."

"And ain't no one interrupting. Got a couple of boys sitting outside sending everyone around to the other side this is our own private show."

"Don't worry we won't kill her she'll just be walking bow legged and have a sore mouth for a while." He pushed himself away from the table. "So walk, and wait for us to be done or take a beating, and then watch what we do to her. Choice is yours."

"Very honorable." Mark said. "But see the choice is yours Pigeon. Either we walk out of here or you get carried out of here."

"Me?" Hawk asked.

"All of you." Mark said taking another step forward. Turning his head he said in Latin;

"You need to run when they take me."

Take me. Mark had said it so simply. I felt as if I were going to throw up. Had I not pretended to forget the damn locket we might have made it. Hell if I wasn't here in the first place. I felt my entire body shaking as I knew I wouldn't make it. They were going to hurt my brother and rape me. I looked at the men standing there all big, heavily tattooed and smiling in anticipation. The only thing between me and them was my brother who was already hurt and exhausted. I cried out as I was suddenly grabbed from behind; a thick forearm wrapping around my neck.

"Play along." Rick whispered in my ear.

"Where you going bitch?" Rick demanded loudly and harshly.

Mark spun towards us and I said quietly in Latin.

"It's a trick."

Mark stared hard at Rick.

"Let her go or I'll fucking snap your neck."

Rick pulled me back a couple of steps and laughed.

"Sorry asshole your sister's got herself a ringside seat while they make you beg. Then you can hear her beg."

"Yeah you hold her there kid, bout time you knew who you worked for." Hawk said nodding approvingly.

"Bobby will let us go." Rick whispered.

I made a show of trying to pull away and as Rick grabbed my hair and I let my head go back I whispered;

"But Mark..."

"Will have to follow us, he can, we just need to get a start."

"I'll deal with you Judas trust me." Mark said harshly.

"Let's go pretty boy!" Hawk called out. "Come see how a devil gets his due."

With that Hawk turned around to show the large Baphomet emblem stitched onto the back of his vest.

"That's our mark you little bastard. It's going to be the last thing you see!"

"Where's Wolf?" I asked suddenly.

Wolf was a cold hearted dealer but was not a maniac he had stopped trouble here before he wouldn't let them do this.

"He left." Rick said into my ear while dragging me back another step. "Deal in South Providence."

Mark turned around and looking at me said softly;

"I'll never let anyone hurt you Megan."

"Mark no!!" I sobbed out as he turned and walked slowly into the center of the room.

"When walking in open territory, bother no one." Mark began speaking loudly.

I noticed his voice seemed deeper and stronger; he had given himself over to the Voice.

"If someone bothers you, ask them to stop." Mark continued as started to remove his shirt.

"What the fuck is he saying?" One of the bikers asked.

"If they do not stop," Mark said as he slid his shirt from his shoulders. "Destroy them!"

With a flourish, Mark whipped his shirt off, and turning put his back to the gang so they could see his enormous Baphomet tattoo.

"Do you see what's on my back?" Mark yelled.

Spinning back around he pointed at them.

"So come and find out that one true servant of the Black flame is more than a match for a pack of Jackals like you."

"Your fucking crazy aren't you pretty boy?" Hawk said although as Mark had come forward I noticed he had stepped back.

"The time for talk is over posers!" Mark snarled. "Now will you fight, or cringe like dogs at the feet of your master?"

"Boys, shut this prick up." Hawk said snapping his fingers.

Immediately all of the bikers began walking towards my brother. Rick pulled me back another step and I found myself fighting him for real I couldn't leave my brother. As they approached Mark turned his head to the side and let out a shrill whistle and called out: