Two Is Better Than One

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The amount of gunfire was unexpected. This was not the plan but by this time they were all improvising, each side not wanting to take their last breath in this rain of bullets but bodies were hitting the ground faster then they wanted. The flashing of red and blue was forever present but the police were reluctant to try to join or stop the fight. This was no longer seemed like a fight between gangs is was full out war. What seemed like forever the bullets stopped flying and all was silent beside the sound of the wounded. Each side surveying the damage to their sides, counting the bodies.

How did this happen, they were so sure that they had caught the rat, but they had not known there was another hidden even better in their ranks. When the dust settled and the damage was being surveyed the gang found a stone Angel crouched down behind a car and a dead looking Misty with a bullet lodged in her head, the sound of shock and fear came from the mouth of the man that came across the two daughters of their bosses. With that cry, everything seemed to spring into action, the other gang fled before the cops could come and arrest anyone, while the kings quickly grabbed a dead misty and a statue angel and loaded them into the van before racing down the race before the cops could be a sense of baring.

The ride back to the bosses was undeniably scary as all of the members had fear clutching at their throats. At last, they finally made it back to the house and parked the van in the garage to that there was no chance of anyone that was passing by to recognize the car. It took two men to get the statue angel out of the car and into the meeting room. They walked into the room silently, the men that weren't carrying anything had their heads bowed.

The bosses were both in the room and the only thing between the men and them was a table. The men finally filled into the room and stood their silently still with the bodies of both girls.

"where are my girls." that sentence wasn't even a question as both of the leaders could clearly see both of their daughters in the lighting of the room. Misty was laying on the table while angel was sat down next to the table.

The blood from misty started to make a puddle around her, her once white shirt now stood different shades of red.

"I thought we told you to keep them safe. This is NOT SAFE!" Alex bellowed before slamming his hand down on the table causing a splash of blood to fly into the air before landing n the table and him. The men in front of him didn't say a word in fear of him doing something more drastic then slamming his hand down into a puddle of blood.

A droplet slid down his face before landing back on the table. He then let his head hang before dropping back into the seat he had just jumped up from.

"Bring a pair of those long tweezers." as soon as that command as said all of the men rushed out of the room leaving behind the distressed men. Not more then five minutes a man rushed back into the room with a pair of tweezers and handed them to Alex. He snatched into out of the hand and flicked his wrist in a signal that could be translated as leave. The man didn't hesitate to slin of his heels and leave the room as quickly as he had come. once again the room settled into silence. Mitchell was the one to grabbed the tweezers from the hands of Alex before standing up and walking over to the body of misty and started to work to get what ever bullets were still in her body out.

The silence was once again broken, but not by the sound of the door opening or the sound of rushed footsteps but by the sound of metal hitting the wooden table and Mitchell plucked five bullets from Misty's torso and one from her shoulder. The hardest one to get out was the one that had to be retrieved from a hole that was right in the middle of her forehead but it was retrieved and once it was out Michell collapsed back into his chair and grabbed his husband's hand. They sat in silence both shedding tears as they looked ahead.

The room silent, with two grieving parents, silently weeping over their lost daughters. One laying on the table once riddled with bullets and laying in a puddle of her own blood and one now made of stone sitting at the end of the table.

The one thing the two men didn't notice was the hole in Misty's head was slowly closing. 

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Hey my loveys. I'm so sorry that it took me so long to up date and it makes me feel so sad that i left you guys waiting for another update. 

I'll try to update more but i can not promise anything.