eyes before it came to the final man, taking out his kneecap before decided to carve him a new shape of a face with her knuckles.
by the time the final blow came to land the couple were long gone but frank was still very in the moment, eyes lingering to the hardly breathing man
the city stunk — of rot, blood, and flesh. every day it demanded more and gave out less, something about that left a bad taste in frank’s mouth like everything else in this world. it didn’t taste like blood from a split lip but like debts done wrong.
she’d walk the city
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|| ℕ𝔼𝕎 𝕐𝕆ℝ𝕂 ℂ𝕀𝕋𝕐 ||
Torrent of rain fell across the city as dark clouds hung low, their heavy presence haunting the city that never sleeps. Flashes of lightning spurts across the sky, lighting up alley ways and rooftops.
to the attackers.
a single woman against half a dozen attackers only brought a taunting grin from the men, turning their attention to her they’d attempt to instigate. frank was having none of it; quickly pulling from her appendix, a handgun, and fired shots between the
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