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*UPDATING IN PROGRESS* The black and red clad man pauses briefly to assess our current situation, then steps over the threshold and into our cramped apartment. He's followed by a gang of 5, no, 6 men, dressed in the same uniform: All black suits, blood red ties, hospital masks and latex gloves. They're all wielding a black, semiautomatic pistol. Holy crap. I am sure to be 6ft. under. Before I can think any further, the horrifying man in the front, who I'm guessing is the leader, pursues us with a burning rage in his eyes. "GET OFF OF HER," he roars. With a resounding crack, he pistol whips Vick's face, sending him flying off of my body and onto the grimy carpet. My eyes rip open to witness Vick crumpled on the floor. I cover my mouth and gasp. What?
Chapter 1: The Red Bullets
