As Marshall finishes up, he turns around and hears Sophia scream - some man had grabbed her. He sees that the man violates Sophia, by her neck. "Sophia!" Marshall says, thinking that the man is bluffing about shooting him if he came closer - he strays to the side, runs at him - oof. A solid punch to the temple had Marshall on the ground. The man had gave him a really strong punch to the side of the head - knocking him flat out for atleast twenty seconds. Within that time, Sophia bit him, and brawled with him. Marshall was beginning to wake up - but too dazed to make anything out.

He sees Sophia twist the gun out of the man's hand. Marshall's vision begins to clear up - thankfully. He begins to stand up - but falls over as soon as he gets on his knees. [i]No you weak fuck - no pussying down on the ground, get the fuck up there and do something![/i] He thinks to himself. "Damnit..." He says, standing up, drawing his revolver and aims it. His vision is slightly blurry, but a lot more clear than it was. Taking a shot would be very, very risky. His arm and hand began to move towards Sophia's throat - fast. Marshall aims straight down the barrel. [b]BLAM![/b] Marshall had opened fire, sending a bullet straight in to the man's chest - he falls back, still concious. 

Marshall runs to Sophia - sprints, hugging her passionately. "I can't believe this." Marshall let go of her. He looked her straight in the eyes - and her back at his. What Sophia could see, was the rage. Marshall was fuming with anger - his eyebrows sunk down like daggers, his eye's bloodshot - his breathing heavy. "P--please, please help me ! Oh god help me!" The man shouts. "You... you've got to help me please! I can't die like this. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry! It's been... It's been so long... She's a pretty girl, I was gonna let her go eventually! I just need some..." He pleads, giving reason. "I can't die man you gotta listen to me!" The man screams, as he holds his wound and pleads more. "I'm - I'm begging you... Please..! Please I'm begging you!" Tears begin to fall from his eyes, running down his cheek. "You can't leave me here! You can help me, you've got to heal me please! This is my life it can't end like this please!" He continues to plead for his life.

Marshall's rage is unbelievable. He's not been this angry since that time... Not in a while. "[b]GOD FUCKING DAMNIT![/b] The world has got enough SHIT without people like you! Fuck! You rapist scum bag. Beg all you want you filthy piece of dirt. [i]Fuck. You.[/i]" One shot to the head killed the man, straight in to the brain. Marshall spits on the man, and then wipes his own forehead, removing some of the blood splatter. Turning around he saw the look in Sophia's eyes at Marshall but he couldn't make out what it was. Scared? Nervous? Upset? ...Pity? 

He turned around again, looking at the corpse of the man. Marshall's voice was course - very rough when he said what he did next. "Let's go." As he walked towards the car, he opened the passenger seat in the front and sat in it - waiting for Sophia to get in and drive. [i]How are we gonna tell the others... They'll need to be told.[/i] He thinks to himself. Sitting in the seat, he puts the gun in it's holster, ready for Sophia to drive to the store.