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   As soon as Jax moved, the man tightened his grip on Aubrey's throat.  Aubrey winced as his air supply was cut off and he felt a trickle of warmth run from where the knife was pressed to the soft skin on his neck.  He struggled to turn his head towards the man's elbow, knowing if he could wriggle into the softer flesh he would be able to breath.  The man's grip was too strong, and in those vital moments with no oxygen Aubrey's muscles felt useless.  Instead of trying to free himself, he managed to bite down on the man's wrist.  Simultaneously, he kicked one heel up in between the man's legs and felt a rush of satisfaction when his attacker groaned.

   Aubrey's feet left the ground as the man lifted him, taking away any leverage the boy had.  But then Jax whipped around and slung out a pistol, aiming it at the back of the man's head.  He froze, but kept his hold on Aubrey.  He stood there for a second, looking at his comrade laying bloodied on the ground, as if contemplating his options.

   Aubrey's kicks had gotten weak, until he was just hardly moving.  He heard Jax speak in a threatening tone, but the words were lost.  “Who are you kidding, girly.”  The man sneered.  A confident smirk played across his face as he spoke, as if the sight of his buddy on the ground had no effect on him.  “You wouldn't have it in you to actually kill someone, would you?”