The commotion

Brad

“What sort of sick joke is this?” I asked, seeing them crawl out of their little spaces as they attacked me with their wrenches and guns.

They slashed away on my chest as the clothes I had were torn apart and this had me mad. What were they doing?!

I tapped one of them down with a flick of my pinky and the other I sliced his throat with my claws.

Evading and kicking, one of them fell apart before I could do much to him.

The crowd got bigger and bigger and I knew I had to handle this quickly or I would have bigger problems.

Using my speed, I broke the hands off everyone around me that were currently fighting against me.

When I was done, I looked behind me to see the men sprawled out on the ground, bleeding and crying for help.

“How did that play out in your heads?” I asked them as someone appeared before me with a gun.

“Like this,” he said, placing the gun to my face and firing it.

It hit m