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she squeezed them shut. Greg was not dying downstairs as he
would all ready be dead by now. The amount of blood on the man
behind her and the amount of time that had passed between Greg
being cut open and her lying there thinking would mean Greg could
no longer draw breath and never would again.
    She pushed her
eyes shut to stop the tears and wondered if the man was leaning
over her enough that he could see her profile. If he was, he must
be able to see her crying and see that she had been awake this
whole time. Amber realized with a spark of knowing that he could
not see her face. He was not at the right angle and her head was
buried in the pillows.
    Anger rose up
in her then. Who was he to kill her husband on her most favored
holiday during her favorite time of year? What did he gain from it?
Amber’s tears died and she scowled deeply. Before she could second
guess her own actions she let out a roar of fury, threw the covers
from her form and over the man. She then tackled the man,
collapsing atop the struggling form and releasing a flurry of
punches to area where she thought his face would be.
    She screamed
wordlessly with every punch she laid on the man underneath her.
Strong arms clamped around her waist so suddenly that she did not
register them until she was being thrown off. Her head slammed into
the thick metal foot board of the bed and she lay there dazed for a
long moment.
    In that moment,
the stranger tugged the covers from his bloody person. Amber noted
in a daze that she recognized the man as the one she saw when she
had been shovelling snow. His hair was brown and messily tied in a
pony tail and his eyes were the same shade as his hair. Amber noted
gleefully that his nose and lip were now bleeding freely.
    She tried to
puller herself to her feet but found that her body declined to give
her the proper response. The man stood and shook himself like a dog
coming out of water and Amber tried to shift away. Her neck and
back shouted in protest. Amber let out a little gasp of pain but
refused to close her eyes in protest of the agony.
    By now the man
had turned and was looking down at her with a grin that set his lip
to bleeding more quickly. Amber blinked away the haze threatening
to settle on her and wondered at how bad her concussion actually
was. She hoped it would not hinder her too badly so she could get
out of this situation but knew hoping was not enough.
    The man took a
step towards her and Amber let out a growl as her only warning. The
man tilted his head to a side and almost started laughing until
Amber’s foot slammed into the juncture between his legs. He doubled
over and Amber noted the bloody knife that dropped out of his
hand.
    When he fell to
his knees, she kicked him with both feet in the face. When he fell
backwards, she slammed both her heels into his stomach four times.
Finally she regained most of her senses and was able to pull
herself to her feet.
    The world
tilted dangerously and Amber felt bile rising to her throat. She
looked dizzily at the dresser for the other portable phone but saw
it was not there. She also noticed that her baseball bat was
missing and scowled at the writhing figure on the floor. For good
measure, she put her full body weight into his groin until he
screamed and passed out from pain.
    She nodded then
regretted the motion of her head. Amber leaned against the bed for
support taking a few deep breaths before stumbling out of the room.
She pulled the door closed behind her and pushed a potted plant in
front of it. When he came through the door, she would hear him if
she was still in earshot. She was not planning to be in
earshot.
    She fumbled
down the stairs with her head spinning and her stomach lurching at
every step. The scent of blood came to her nose again and she
turned wildly to look behind her, unbelieving that she had missed
the sound of the pot breaking. She lost her grip on the railing and
tumbled the rest of the way down.
    She landed back
first in a cooling