violence, blood, character death. Yeah, shit happens
August 22nd, Year 109
Chuuya looked over to the sky as he pulled the hood a bit tighter against his head. The weather was colder at night and while he would prefer to have been home, he had a score to settle.
Some jackass was being an asshole with a contact. He found the contact that screwed him over, and he forced the guy to give him the name of whoever he ended up texting and will get into a fight.
Apparently, it was a guy named ‘Higgs’. Sounds like a pretentious asshole name.
He dealt with the man and made sure he wore different clothes than his usual—leather jacket that had a hood and he could cover his hair. Chuuya was gonna beat the shit out of Higgs, but he also didn’t want the bastard to get a good look at him. He was gonna teach him a lesson and get on with his work, his life.
But he couldn’t underestimate Higgs either. Because if he had the ego of a god, then he has an ace up his sleeve. It came to him when he heard a shuffle in the foliage before he ducked behind cover and heard bullets rain against the tree trunk.
Well, good to see that he wasn’t stood up. Time to get this show on the road. “Of course you wouldn’t come face to face, bastard.”