The Rise And Fall Of The Tragics

Chapter 3

"Oi, you see 'em over there? They' re called 'The Slaughter House'" pointed out Tony, "Freaks...known for wearing pig masks." They all sat at a table suspicious of they're surroundings.

You see, the Cults may seen civilised but in reality, they all hate each other.

"Im gonna walk round for a bit, the wait is killing me" Said Sully before getting up, pushing his chair in and walking away. Whilst the others chatted away at their table, Sully was confronted by a Lady wearing a fluffy, pink, half mask and pulled aside. "Hey there fella, dont think ive seen your face before, you with them?" She asked before pointing at Nathaniel and Tony. "Yea, what's it to you?" The woman's face suddenly turned to dispair as she whispered, "You and your friends have to get outta here, its a trap set by The Overlord." Sully struck into action. He struggled free from the lady and ran toward his mates, "Guys, we need to get the fuck outta here!" But he was too late and the room turned into a brawl. One of the Pig masks suddenly swung at Sully but missed and gave Sullivan the chance to smash a prosecco bottle over his head and pierce his throat with a shard. "Jesus Christ Sully! Do y'know how much these tuxes cost?" asked Nathaniel whilst dodging punches. "I dont reckon thats our biggest issue!"