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Vince gets attacked by Ghostface but not by a knife

Vince gets attacked by Ghostface but not by a knife

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Vince was urinating against the bricked wall in spite of being kicked out of the bar for the altercation that's escalated into something more severe. As he's pissing against the wall a shadow swooshed by. Vince brushed the feeling off as he lifted his gaze up at the flickering lamppost light before it flickers off darkening quickly. Vince barely had time to recover as a dark shape descended behind him. He felt a tap on his shoulder making his heart leap out of his chest. Vince slowly goes to turn towards the other side but then suddenly he felt someone punch him, in the fucking jaw!

He quickly turned to see someone in a fucking Ghostface mask. Vince punched them back in the face before clenching his fists. "Who the fuck do you think you are?"
Shouted vince, flexing his muscles until Ghostface grabbed his arm and twisted the same wrist Dewey had, Vince let out a gasp of pain as he tries to twist out of this until Ghostface head butted Vince, watching Vince fall backwards onto the concrete.

Suddenly, he attempted to recover until he was pushed over again and felt pain in his ankle. Vince cried out in agony, throwing his head back with a pained scream as he realized that his ankle had been broken and this definitely wasn't some joke.

"AHHH! SHIT! FUCK!!" Vince screamed, struggling to attempt to crawl away from Ghostface.

   The figure towered above Vince, flipping Vince over grabbing Vince's wrist and broke it, the bones crackled which was a horrid noise.

Vince screamed as loud as he could, squirming against Ghostface. "N-No no no no! NO-!" Vince yelled for them to stop but they then brought the worst end of it.

     Vince was kicked and punched around until he was slumped against the bricked wall where he'd pissed and his eye was swollen shut. His wrist broken and so was his ankle.

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