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BANG! BANG! BANG! Her body collapsed to the ground. Her lifeless corpse lay in a pool of blood. Rain plummeted down on her limp body. The street was dark without a soul in sight…

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BANG! BANG! BANG! Her body collapsed to the ground. Her lifeless corpse lay in a pool of blood. Rain plummeted down on her limp body. The street was dark without a soul in sight... It was 4 o' clock in the morning and someone was loudly knocking on Michelle's front door. But she refused to budge from her comfortable bed and hoped the person would go away. Michelle Potter was eighteen years old and in a gang. Her mother had committed suicide when she was only ten years old. Michelle had grown up with her abusive father and younger sister. She and her sister were very close; they always looked out for one another. Even when they were younger they would protect each other from their violent father. "Wake up! Wake up and open the door!" yelled the person at the door at the top of their voice. Michelle finally gave in and dragged herself up to open her front door. "Oh it's you," she yawned as she opened the door. "What d'you want?" she said, half asleep. "I dunno how to say this, but it's your sister." He paused for a while and said, "She's...she's been killed." Michelle wondered if she was dreaming. "Good try, but I ain't that gullible," she said, thinking it was Mark up to one of his tricks again. ...read more.

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She opened the envelope and put her hand inside. She could feel something soft. She took it out. It was an ear! She screamed and threw it on the floor. She put her trembling hand into the envelope and pulled out a photo. She stared at the photo in shock. Her body froze over. Her face turned as white as a ghost. She suddenly burst into hysteria. The photo was of her sister's corpse lying in a pool of blood. Michelle curled up into a ball on the floor. Tears were sliding down her cheeks. "I should have been able to protect her. She was only thirteen. If I didn't let her stay out so late she'd still be here. She was my responsibility and I failed to look after her," she said as she sobbed. Mark crouched down next to her "Don't blame yourself. It ain't your fault. It's the Lions who you should be blaming. Don't worry we'll get 'em back" he said comfortingly. "You're right. It's their fault she's dead. They killed her. And I'm gonna make them pay for this," she said eerily. Michelle stood up, her face looked deadly serious. She narrowed her eyes and clenched her fists. "Tonight, I'm gonna go to the Lions hang out and make them regret ever laying hands on my sister." ...read more.

Conclusion

"One two three four five..." Michelle's feet stood anchored into the ground. "...six seven eight nine ten". Michelle's heart was beating frantically in her chest. Beads of sweat made their way down her forehead. Michelle and the Lion were face to face. Michelle clenched her fists. She lowered her head and looked straight at the Lion. Her eyes widened and her pupils dilated. Michelle's nose flared up. She was like a bull about to charge. "Grrrrrr" she viciously grunted, warning off her enemy. She charged into the Lion and head butted her straight away, like a bull locking its horns into its opponent. The Lion had not anticipated this and flew back onto the floor. Michelle stamped on the Lion's body with her feet, like a bull beating the ground with its hooves. The Lion speedily rolled over to the right of Michelle. She got up and scratched Michelle on her eye with her talons. Michelle could not see-she was vulnerable. The Lion pounced on her and ripped off Michelle's flesh with her spike. Michelle had blood gushing out of her stomach. Time seemed to be standing still. Michelle looked down at her stomach. Her body collapsed to the ground. Her lifeless corpse lay in a pool of blood. Rain plummeted down on her limp body. The street was dark without a soul in sight... Fate of the Vengeful Bull - 1 - ...read more.

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