But I’d witnessed the depraved depths of wickedness so many times I knew they didn’t give a fuck who would be harmed in the process of whatever revenge they were seeking.
It only made my blood boil hotter at the thought that it was their entire intention. That they were here to ruin Daisy and her children.
Tension held to the murky air. Waves of degeneracy crawling through the dense night. A quivering band stretched so tight that I knew it was going to snap.
Keeping low, I quickly moved out from behind the door with my gun cocked, hoping the haze would give me some amount of cover. Squinting, I rushed across the space, trying to make out where they were.
A crack came from out of nowhere. A bat slammed into my gut from the side. It knocked the breath from my lungs, and the splitting pain was enough that it should have dropped me to my knees.
Only thing it did was elicit a roar of wrath as I whirled in the direction of where the blow had come from.
“You should have known he would be coming for you.” The voice was barbaric, its warning rending through the curls of fog and smoke.
I wasn’t about to let them take me down. Only before I could find my gun’s target, another blow came from behind. Landing across my middle back and cracking against my ribs.
The breath I didn’t have was rived from me again, and my body arched forward only to sustain another blow across my cheek.
My gun clattered to the pavement, and blackness threatened to take me to the ground.
Agony splintering.
My vision faded in and out.
But I fought it. Fought it with everything I had.
I couldn’t give. I couldn’t give.
Violence churned. Boiling out from the vat where I kept it trapped.
The beast coming alive.
Venom filled my mouth and malice careened through my bloodstream.
Rage pummeling through me at a sadistic beat.
The thirst to gut and slay rushed up my spine and tingled my hands.
A growl ripped out of me as two assholes came at me from both sides.
It was a toil of chaos and confusion as they attacked.
Dark shadows spinning around me.
Two men dressed all in black.
Masks on their faces.
What in the everlovin’ fuck?
I kicked out, striking one in the gut with the sole of my boot. Shock jetted out of him, but I couldn’t find rest in it when I felt the movement from behind.
The bastard lifting that bat and readying to swing.
I whirled around, and I gripped him by the wrist right before it made contact.
I bent it back.
Hard.
