>>84661527"It's blood."
That's what Steve said before he spat the stuff out. I took his word for it and called the others telling them we had an intruder.
Then there was a scream. It was from Francis, you know, the guy I said told us about the intruder.
So Steve and I take our rifles' safety off and turned around the corner. Then we see the guy. Dressed in yellow costume splattered with blood, claws about the same color. There is no mystery about where the blood's come from as there is a pile of corpses. The worse part about it is the smile on his face. This guy didn't kill because he felt obligated to. He killed because he enjoyed it.
Anyway, me and Steve opened fire. We filled the guy with enough lead to kill an elephant. But that guy didn't fucking waver. Hell, with that same smile, he said "That the best you got", the he lunged. Stabbed Steve straight in the chest. I would like to stay this is the moment where I leaped in and stabbed the guy, did some awesome shit. But, I didn't.
I was pissing my pants as the guy ripped the claws from my friend's chest and walked up to me. He cut my gun in half when I tried to swing it at him, then he slashed me across the chest. It was at that moment the Calvary arrived.
Pawns showed up and manged to surround the guy. These guys were highly trained people, probably would have taken Daredevil and Spidey a bit of effort to take down. This guy ripped them to pieces.
In fact, that was the only reason I survived. I managed to crawl under the bodies and fake being dead. After that, well... I continued working Hellfire, managed to actually get a promotion.
But then, after those brats took over I quit when they started targeting Wolverine. I mean, I would like nothing more than to see that miserable piece of shit die, but realistically speaking, I know that's not possible for me to do that.
Currently I'm bouncing around and thinking of starting my own crew. I mean, you only live once right?
