look 𝐭𝖍𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝖍 my 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐬𝖍𝐢𝐬. all you see is 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝖍𝐭 𝖈𝐢𝐭𝐲 streets. it's a 𝒅𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲 game playin' in the 𝒎𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 leagues.

A loud crack signaled what he’d proclaimed to avoid, but quietly had no intention of stopping for. Another heavy strike, and he exhaled. “Let’s go. Gotta get you cleaned up, patched up.” Stepping back, the man’s jaw slowly fell slack. His body followed, now motionless. Johnny-

you don’t wanna tell me? that’s fine. there’s more than one way of getting information out of someone.

breathes.

don’t play the fool you know why.

@punkrnner 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

To him, her pleas came as if through a rushing wave of water. Free from the cradle of eyes, Johnny began to stomp furiously against the man’s jaw and chest. Evolved into full on growling and expletives, he stabilizing himself with both hands against the lift’s wall.

ᅠ 𖤐 𝑻ℎ𝑒 𝑺𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤 𝑫𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑟 𖤐 ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚, ᅠ𝙞 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞'𝙢 𝙖 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧 .ᐟ ᅠ

Johnny had no use for words, holstering the weapon before taking her rifle and driving it into the wound at full force. He face had gone blank, splattered with blood from every strike amid the man’s anguished cries for help. The elevator’s jostle and arrival fell on deaf-

stopping her from touching him? it was unlikely he could even if he actually wanted to. it was only a little irritating because of how easily his hair clumps and tangles .. not that it mattered