From Meyzen: "Awesome as always, but what a cliffie! Could I issue a challenge of my own to you? How about another couple (or more) chapters, only 100 words each, to put us out of our misery. Pretty please?"
Challenge accepted.
Also, for the impatient Jago Ji, and the rest of you who requested (demanded) more. Thanks for reading. :)
Her bedroom was in complete disarray; whatever had gone down was bad. Very bad. She fought hard against her attacker.
The dresser was turned over on its side, the contents spilled onto the floor in a mass of tangled clothing. The nightstand was also flipped, the lamp which normally sat on top of it smashed into pieces, but the worst part, the one that had his cognitive abilities ceasing to function, was the bed.
The rip in the sheets went all the way through to the mattress. And the blood. There was so much blood the thick, coppery smell was burning the inside of his nasal cavity.
"Ranger." The massive weight of Tank's hand came down on his shoulder, jarring the vision of the horror in front of him. "Morelli just arrived."
