The sigil of the Shocker’s and Bruisers, laid on the ground of the auditorium covered in blood which was drawn all over the floor like a painted picture as brothers killed brothers. Those that remained loyal, and those who did not, their remains were scattered and lain on the floor.
The screams of the dying were drowned out by the taunts and bullets that danced and pranced around the battlefield looking for new victims to nest in.
Malvern kept his head ducked under the steel table as the bullets collided on it ferociously.
“Things had not gone the way it was expected. That girl was much too reckless.”
He watched a beautiful dark-skinned woman with jet black ponytail hair at the other side by the wall. Her looks did not match her personality as she laughed manically and fired wildly.
