[So those bastards believe they can break into my family's home and just... kill them?! Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I limped away from the place where I had grown up.
I have my own apartment now, working to take care of myself. My father and Mahmen had enough with my sisters to take care of. None of that mattered now, did it.l? They were dead. Their lives snuffed out.
I moved to where I parked my car. Those bastards had gone and I was hoping to spot more of them around. I wanted a fight. I wanted them dead. I didn't care about myself as all I could see was the bodies of my family.] "Fuck!"
[With a wince and a groan, I was in the car but my "patch job" was starting to get a little too bloody. Not that I stopped as I hauled ass in that car. I drove all fast and furious toward the area where all those clubs seemed to be. I doubt they would be where all the happy lights and humans were.
I slowed and pulled over. Taking more time to get out of the car with my injury and start walking. I stuck to dark shadows and alley ways. I'm sure some where... a group was ahead of me. Once eyes turned in my direction, one stopped the others. Guess they thought I was easy?
I grinned as he palmed his gun and I palmed my own and fired without hesitation. I would drop all these motherfuckers and then some. However, I might have shot at him but I missed somewhere vital as he shot back. Showtime bitches.]