Broken

Part title

Now armed with a crowbar, Logan stood his ground but the other two didn't give up. The other two ran straight at Logan, hoping for the best. In their favor they were able to get the crowbar out of Logan's hands but Logan was much more stronger then them, even in his old age. Logan was able to get some separation from them for a short second. Just as Logan tried to catch his breath, one the men sprinted at him but Logan was more experienced fighter so moving as quick as he can, Logan uppercutted him, knocking out some of his teeth. Just as the man got to his feet, Logan pulled a knife from his back pocket and threw at the guy's head. The knife struck him right between the eyes an he fell back over, with blood gushing from his head and mouth. Logan regained control of the crowbar and prepared himself for the last guy. But he had already sprinted to his car and began to drive away. Logan, filled with rage, threw the crowbar at the car, taking out the back window. Logan was able to catch his breath and he walked over and took the knife out the guy's head. He looked over at the girl, who was slowly backing up away from Logan. "Get on outta here, little girl. Go home." Logan demanded. The little girl didn't say anything she just stood there and looked into the eyes of Logan. "Get out here. It isn't safe here, go on home." Logan said again. Once again the little girl said nothing but she started walking away from Logan. Just then Logan heard screams in the distance. He put the knife back in his pocket and started running, while limping, home. Once he got inside, he looked out his window and saw the girl being greeted by another guy. He assumed that the man was the little girls father or brother but he didn't truly know. Logan removed his shirt, revealing the scars from the fight, and stared into his mirror. Logan grabbed a paper towel and began running it under water. Once the towel was wet enough, he began rubbing it on his wounds throughout his upper body. Logan was able to wash away all the blood from his hands, arms, and face but yet he could still feel the impact of each and every kick/punch he received. "Those guys were tougher then I expected. But what did they want with a little girl?" Logan asked himself. The three guys looked to be in their late 20s, early 30s and they were picking on a little girl, who looked ten years old. Then Logan realized something: that little girl was the same girl that wouldn't stop Staring at him from when he came home from the diner a week ago. "That little girl must be very special if she's being picked on by grownups" Logan thought to himself.