Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

Get Off My Property

With a loud crash, John’s front door flew off its hinges, landing in a pile of splintered planks on the floor. As the young man looked up from his book, he saw the burly thug standing in the doorway, smiling wickedly.
“Who are you?” John demanded, leaping to his feet, “Get out of my house or I’ll call the police!”
“Oh, I don’t think you will,” replied the intruder, taking long, heavy steps towards John, “Now give me your money and I won’t have to hurt you.”
John stood his ground, glaring defiantly at the intruder for a few seconds before reaching for the phone. His hand was inches from the receiver when the big man hit him in the chest with such power that it winded him and sent him tumbling over the back of the sofa. John lay on the ground, curled up in agony and gasping for breath as the intruder walked around the sofa and crouched down beside John, pulling his head up forcefully by his hair and looking into his scared blue eyes.
“I’ll say it one last time – give me your money!” the thug repeated.
Without warning, and faster than the intruder’s eyes could follow, John grabbed hold of his assailant’s arm and twisted it so violently that it broke at the elbow with a sickening snap. The man barely had time to scream in pain as John leapt at him, headbutting him in the chest and knocking him to the floor. John slowly got to his feet as the terrified thug looked up at him; those scared blue eyes were now cruel and blood red.
“Get. Off. My. Property,” John ordered, slowly and calmly, in a voice that wasn’t his own.
Whimpering pathetically, the intruder scrambled towards the door and quickly complied.

Word count: 299