Genetic Broken Uprising

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Bible lunges at Jeff, his fists clenched with fury. He throws a wild punch, aiming for Jeff's jaw, but Jeff ducks just in time, the force of Bible's swing cutting through the air. The two crash together, bodies slamming into one another with a ferocious energy. Jeff shoves Bible back with a grunt, but Bible is quick, his knee driving into Jeff's ribs with a sickening thud.

Jeff stumbles but catches himself. He retaliates with a sharp uppercut, catching Bible under the chin. Bible's head snaps back, but it only fuels his rage. He charges again, fists swinging in rapid succession, each blow a thunderous attempt to break through Jeff's defenses.

The sound of fists connecting with flesh fills the air as they grapple, their muscles straining under the pressure. Jeff lands a brutal kick to Bible's thigh, but Bible answers with a headlock, dragging Jeff down to the ground. The two roll across the floor, a tangle of fists and knees, each struggling for control.

Blood seeps from a cut above Bible's eye, but he barely notices, his focus locked on making Jeff bleed in return.

With a growl, Jeff flips Bible over, pinning him down, but Bible bucks, driving his elbow into Jeff's hurt ribs once more. Jeff grunts in pain, releasing his grip, and Bible scrambles up to his feet, ready to strike again. Bible's chest heaved as he aggressively wiped his mouth, his hand trembling with fury. It was as if he was trying to erase the kiss that still burned on his lips, the heat of it mixing with the rage coursing through him. His whole body was taut, every muscle coiled like a spring ready to snap.

Across from him, Jeff stood unwavering, his dark brown eyes matching Bible's hostility.

"I'll have you put to death for assaulting me." His tone was low, but the venom in it was unmistakable, a promise of retaliation.

Jeff's hand moved with swift precision, reaching down to his boot and pulling out a gleaming pocket knife. The blade flicked open effortlessly, catching the light as he held it steady, his knuckles white around the handle. "Not if I fucking kill you first," he snarled, his voice low and threatening, each word laced with dangerous intent.

Before the tension could explode into something irreversible, Cooheart darted forward, his body wedging between the two. "No one is killing anyone!" His arms spread wide, palms facing Jeff as he took a cautious step forward, trying to calm the escalating situation.

Cooheart's eyes were filled with urgency, his brow furrowed with the weight of keeping the fragile peace intact. "Calm down!" he added, his voice cracking slightly as he glanced between the two, his focus shifting back to Jeff. His hands trembled subtly as he gestured toward the knife, his expression begging Jeff to stand down before the situation spiraled out of control.

Bible's glare never wavered, his eyes locked on Jeff, who showed no intention of lowering the knife. Cooheart's attempts to calm the storm went unnoticed, drowned beneath the tension still crackling between the two.

Slowly, Bible lifted a hand to touch the cut above his eye, his fingertips brushing against the warm blood that had begun to trickle down his face. The sting of the wound only sharpened his focus, his blood-stained fingers trembling slightly as he pulled them away. His voice, tight and controlled, broke the silence, each word a carefully measured threat. "I came here for my brothers," he said, the weight of the statement heavy between them.

His tone was low, ominous, like the calm before a storm. Bible's eyes burned with unspoken promises of violence, the pain from the cut only fueling his resolve. "You're coming home with us."