NEW YORK 3:48PM
It was almost closing time. A young woman behind the desk worked with unwavering accuracy, clearing the few files on the table. Her thoughts running wild as she pressed different keys on the sytem. Its light brightening her face, her features revealed. She had a long blonde hair, and black colored irises. She had slightly wide and puffed lips, a chubby cheek and ripples on her neck. Relaxing her back on the seater she was on, her hand pushed at the desk. It was a roller type chair, so with the action she wheeled away while also twisting her back towards the desk. The rays of sunset 🌇 cast a golden glow on the office, reflecting on the glasses she had on. It was a skyscraper with glass windows so she was able to view the trafficked street below. Behind the specks, her eyes inspected the city below. Her forehead was scrunched up, her fingers dragging on her temple. "I'm so tired." her head landed on the headrest while she briefly closed her eyes. "Lilian!" her office door opened while a man on nice tux with few streaks of white on his facial hair walked in. "Uncle, I was just about to leave." she quickly tufted the files on her table into the drawer while shutting down the screen simultaneously. "You're a very hard working girl lilian but you should seriously get a life. You know put yourself out there, make a little time for your self. It hurts me to see you working endlessly while your mates are making the best of their time." he softly spoke while holding on to one of her hands." It's fine uncle, I'm not complaining, I rather do this. " she removed her hands shyly and picked up her bag striding towards the door harmoniously. Her uncle studied her carefully. Even with the bit of plump, everything still came together nicely. She had quite the rack and due to the fat, a wide waist and a wider hip. Her stilettos clanked before she turned around, "Uncle, are you not coming?" she asked, her nose had an elegeant bridge. She wasn't over beautiful or perfectly hour glass shaped. But she had the bearing of the high class. 'she does looks like her mother, a pity!' He thought to himself before following her out.
NEW BRUNSWICK 11:24AM
A roughly spray painted van weasled through the streets of new jersey. Its driver clearly didn't care about the road. His automobile 🚘 hit any and every obstacle it came in contact with. Loud punk music resounded from within its space. Four older looking teens, each looking worse than the other roughly sang along. They were clearly enjoying the ride. "After we are done with this mission, we would step up our game in the crew. As much as i hate to say, this plan was ingenious. No one would see us coming, this was sick Brad." one of them with deep piercings turn toward a muscle faced youth with toned muscles and slightly hairy features." when we arrive, I'll be sure to remind my uncle. It's no issue at all. " Brad sat smugly, flexing his tatoos with wild abandon. All other three hailed him soon enough, "you rock bro." Brad smiled "No, we rock." there was something unsettling about the way he smirked.
Soon enough the van strangely crashed into one of the street lights before coming to a stand still, all four of them look at each other warily. "What happened?" they inquired. "How the f*ck i'm I to know!" Brad angrily spitted. "Be on the watch guys, something ain't right." one of them said before coming down from each sides. As they suspiciously investigated the cause, one of them shouted out. "The tires are flat out, something ain't right."
"yeah, apparently someone left a set up of such on the road." another said. "Get the case," Brad grunted "we'll cover the rest of the way ourselves."
They had barely reached anywhere before figures started approaching them from the dark walls of the city. Strangely enough, each of them were armed. Pointing the muzzles of this advanced looking pistols, a gruff voice spoke" pass the case, pussio. "
His accent was strange and his voice was gruff. Brad though couldn't accept it," Who the hell are you guys?". With no fear on his face, he marched up to the front. His eyes spew defiance like crazy." I said pass the f*cking box, you loser! " the voice came again, this time high pitched and annoyed. "Just kill them losers already." another voice added angrily. "Wtf, no killing remember." Another whispered, the voice eerily familiar. "Shut up, Sixth." another butted in.
Brad though couldn't care less as he stepped forward to confront but was immediately headshotted from one of the opposing sides in the shadow. Before his mates could make movements, different shots rang out from each corner putting holes on the rest of Brad's team. Their bodies slumped to the ground, the case dragged towards one of them. Removing his mask, black ruffled hair, straight slim nose and small lips with slightly slanted eyebrows. The MC who was the sixth they had referred to slowly retorted "I thought we said we would be peaceful, no killings for now?" while asking he picked up the case about to open it. When one of the gang members said "boss, you shot him on his head right? Why don't i see no wounds?" "Lemme see that, i gave him a clean headshot." The boss inspected. "This ones have no injuries too boss." others inspected the other corpses. "I clearly shottt...." His voice trailed causing the others to turn. The rose sprinkle on the road, the horror on the faces of the gang was increduluos. The boss with his back turned to our protagonist tried to turn before slipping. He didn't stand back up meanwhile Brad was holding pieces of his throat that he had forcefully ripped before opening his eyes. He stood up slowly, a dangerous tint of a mix between green and yellow trailed his eyes. Sixth knew those eyes well, The eyes of a predator. From the beginning, Brad wasn't the one trapped, it was them. The eyes of another member of Brad's crews' eyes snapped open. His fingers shot out holding his prey so tight that his hands pierced his flesh without even trying. Raising his hand, his gripped prey followed. He threw him across, his head lande roughly before splitting open on the cold hard floor of the street. His brain matter leaked from his split skull dripping on the floor, more followed soon after. Wails of anguish rang out quickly, Sixth watched how fragile humans were once again in face of the true horrors which ruled earth. This beasts tore through them like sheets, bodies were dropping quickly. Closing his eyes briefly while composing himself, he dashed into a mad sprint as soon as his eyes opened. Shots rang out behind him rapidly but he didn't dare turn back instead he made a mad dash towards a direction increasing his speed further, the best he could. He ran towards the packed van and hid behind it, catching his breath. This was it, this was what he was in the game for. Excitement! Fear pumped a massive rush of adrenaline through his body, it was quite the rush unfortunately it couldn't change the recent circumstances at all.
Peeking from the corner, he saw the desperate shootout as few tried to save their life But it was all useless as no amount of bullets penetrated at all instead they moved swiftly, extinguishing the ones who were fighting and the ones who had tried to run. Strewn pieces fo flesh and mangled bone drew across the ground like picasso. The sight was absolutely sickening, looking at their faces filled with fear it was something from a horror movie. One of them slowly turned his bent head as he looked directly at him. 'F*ck' Sixth hid again, his heart pumping as he held the case to his chest before exhaling. He put down the case, opening it and exchanging it contents. He closed it before pushing under the van. He ran towards an alleyway, turning back he saw the beast trailing him. They were about to cross the van when it exploded suddenly. Wild flame followed the explosion as sixth jumped into a corner. Sixth raised his head, his ragged breathing slowly returning to normal, the explosion had burned his back. He stiffened when he noticed movements from behind the flame. Not waiting to see it, he began a rugged parkour sprint trying his best to flee the scene. He ran with everything, his life depended on it.