"Hit harder! You hit like a fucking eighteen year old motherfucker!"
"I am eighteen years old!"
"That's enough training for now" Ytriel and Tyrron stopped the moment Hendryx entered the sparring ring.
Well, technically its just the vacant area behind Tyrron's shop, and they just drew a circle on the ground using a stick; but Tyrron likes calling it the ring as per his words: 'it sets up the mood'
"What now?" Tyrron asked, annoyed. Ytriel crawled his way out of the circle and grabbed a bottle he prepared beforehand, opening it and taking a sip of the cool liquid
He looked at the two, and saw Hendryx whisper something to Tyrron
When he saw Tyrron furrow his eyebrows and look around, he stood up and ran back to the area where the rest are residing
"Guys, guys!" The six looked at him in curiousity as he waves his hand frantically
"This is our chance to get armed. I heard Hendryx say something to Mr. Tyrron about 'the foxes taking the bait'!" He quietly shouted and took a seat on the ground infront of them
"What do you mean?" Theon asked with confused look
"I dunno, but Hendryx looked so agitated when he arrived. He probably sensed something is wrong outside" Ytriel replied
"So this is the best—" before Ytriel could even finish his sentence, Cozen kicked his legs and looked at behins him.
When he turned around, he saw Yyan running at them in a frantic expression
"Back to the bunker. NOW!" Before they even got time to react, Yyan started pushing them making them run as fast as they can back to the bunker
When they arrived, Yyan looked around before facing them
"Do not open the door until you hear my knock, okay? Remember the drill. Cozen, Theon, take cover. Jethro, you know what to do. Max, Jaxen, and Michaelis, prepare for unexpexted interference. And Ytriel" Yyan pointed at the man making him point at himself in surprise
"Behave. Take care guys. Don't ever leave this bunker without me or the other two." With that, he closed the door and went on his way
Everything is happening too fast. Hendryx just alarmed Tyrron and Yyan about the weird sensation he's been feeling a few minutes ago, and now, the doom has already arrived
The minutes were vital. It was enough time to prepare Yyan and Hendryx for the arrival of the Hawthorne's, and enough time for Tyrron to set up the trap.
"I told you we will be back, Mr. Tyrron Scorpius" A loud voice echoed the empty shack, resonating against the run down walls of the old shop.
The fully gear and armed men slowly entered the shop, pointing their guns at every corner they could muster. Their lasers penetrating through the holes of the old ply wood walls, bouncing through old rusty metals.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are." The man spoke, leisurely walking inside the shop
When he arrived at the center of the shack, he saw a silhouette of a man sitting on the old sofa from the corner of the room
"He's not here. Probably ran some errands." Yyan spoke boredly
"Oh, if it isn't the infamous Ian Alexander of the Oleandre clan." Even from half a mile away, Yyan could see the smirk of the man, acting so highly as if he caught the golden goose on a trap
"Oh, if it isn't the infamous.... What's your name again?" Yyan replied with a smirk
That made the man irk in irritation, making him raise his hand to halt the army of men behind him
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Fall From Grace | ENHYPEN
FanfictionSeven strangers who had to die to live. To kill to be saved. To unfold the secrets and to survive along the way. Will you help? Are you ready? For the Grace to finally fall -------- Errors ahead|ENHYPEN AU
