Jack the Giant Slayer 4/5

Even upside down the sight of his mother topless sucker punched the air from Jack's gut. He made towards the next door. Stomach heavy as his anger grew. An empty kitchen. He'd left the knife in Cormoran, he scanned for another weapon. Flashes of his Mum fuelling his rage. Blunderbore’d pay for this.

"Jack you fucker!" a shout from behind him. Punctuated with a pushed over shelf. It was just the two of them.

Jack and Blunderbore.
One wouldn't leave alive.

Blunderbore had the gun. Jack the anger. Jack crouched. Hidden. Heard fine Italian loafers clicking on the tiled floor.