Chapter 9 Dead Dogs!
Almost reaching Ver! The purple wolf darts it's sharp jagged claw at him. Coming in hot almost striking him, Ver in a flash vanishes in a blink of an eye. Swiping at nothing the wolf is confused. In the air above pointing his gold pistol down at the wolf Ver says, one down! Bang! Traveling straight down to it's target the bullet rips through the purple wolf's skull. Sky rocketing down to the ground Ver stretches out his right leg landing on the back of the wolf, thus snapping it's back in half.
Now deceased the wolf lays in a pool of blood. Turning to the other four wolves Ver says with a happy go lucky tone, you four should come at me all at once! In raged the four wolves take the advice. All four then blitz at Ver, while running at him two split apart one to the left and the other to the right. The other two just stay in stride with there initial assault. Smirking like a mischievous kid, Ver zooms straight to the middle to meet the other two wolves running in the same path.
Quickly reaching for his gold pistol on his left side. Once close to one of the wolves Ver points his gun at it's chest. Pulling the trigger blasting out like water out of a hose, it hits one of the purple wolves in the chest piercing it's heart. Coming to an abrupt stop, Ver glides on the smooth hard marble floor pointing his gun to the wolf coming from his left side. Bang! Another shot zips through the air hitting it right in the snout bursting out the back of it. Circling around, the bullet travels around the room. With only two wolves remaining they both dash in unison at Ver! Right as they both are about to reach him, the bullet that's been traveling around the room hits the two wolves straight in the ear canals bursting through both there ear drums. Spurting out like a shakened up soda. Both wolves drop to the floor, surprised at the display of violence Lizzie says in her mind, who is this man! Holsting his gun Ver turns back to Lizzie and says, come on we got no time to waste sugar lips.
6th floor of the tower Sal White's office
Mother fucking fuck! Who is that asshole?! Slamming his hand on his desk Sal White yells out in frustration. His appearance is of that of a scruffy middle aged man some where between his mid 30's. His skin is brown like tree bark, the eyes that are fixated to his head are like beady purple reddish stones. Pink like cotton candy with purple dye on it, is his hair that rest on his head! Sitting across the dimly lit room. Enveloped in the shadows resting on a couch a young man with a raspy but smooth tone of voice says with conviction, no need to worry yourself to much Mr. White they were only beast. But as soon as our little intruders get to the first floor there lives are finished.
End of Chapter 9