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The smell of copper iron and metal hit Titan's nose as he entered the 3 floor warehouse. The light wind of the 78 degree afternoon swooshed through the stained and broken glass windows hitting his back through the white wifebeater.
The smell of blood had gotten stronger as he made his way to the garage on the other side of the first floor. It had been dead silent, so the sound of Titan's boots stomping against the browned floor could be heard by JB if he was awake and aware.
He had expected to hear groans and moans of pain echoing the hallway he was coming down, but he had forgotten the Polaroid pictures Kross showed him. He was beaten to a pulp. Most likely either passed or dead, which was less work for Titan.
Approaching the double doors, he pushed open the long handle with force, leaving the doors to slam against the brick wall behind it. Titan had gotten met with a pool of dried blood surrounded a tied up JB in a wooden chair. He had been tipped over, allowing Titan to only get a look of his dirtied Nike forces hanging in the air. JB must've bled and passed out from his head being hit on the smooth concrete of the garage floor.
He stood over JB covered in his own blood. Small gashes and bruises covered his face where the bleeding had began. His eyes were closed and his mouth created a small gap. It looked like he had died from the bruises Kross made. His black hoodie sweater was ripped into shreds revealing most of his bare chest. Titan shook his head.
