Red. Red everywhere. When Eddy raised his head, it was all he could see. The interior of the car was painted red, and some of that red spilled on him, painting him as well.
Cory was gone. Ron was gone. Gin was gone. All of them. Dead.
The tip about Riot was back in town and turned out to be true. Red Hill had once been the mad titan's turf, and with Black Skull being in a tight spot, they assumed he came back to claim his spot. But what could a loser who lost to a nameless punk do?
The five of them were enough. They were going to find the big bastard, shoot him full of holes, and claim all the bounties on his head. Doing so was bound to earn them some respect, and maybe even a promotion. It was going to be an easy win. That's what they had all thought.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…" Eddy pulled at his bright green hair, now tainted red by the blood of his friends. "Fuck fuck fu-"
