...Β Β FEATURINGΒ Β @dr-monroeΒ Β /Β Β LENNOX MONROE.
[Β Β MARCH 1ST, 2022Β Β βββΒ Β EVENT PART THREE.Β Β ]
In his defence, there is none.
The purge is a reckoning, beckoning force that flits into the night. There is no preamble needed to a war; a minuscule ignition was all that was required to propel it into a full-force drive, trembling in the flames. Tonight, he is no longer a spectator. In his quiet urges to smother, he believes it is a justified means. So, when he encounters the underlings of other gangs, he did not entertain any ounce of hesitation. The brambles were there, hurdling his fights. Nobody wants to die, but someone has to. Tangled in the great escape after a few encounters, he is almost grateful that his designer suit is all black.
He isnβt the victim, but he might as well play as one. A game of illusions; he feigns a series of grimaces as he clutches onto his barely scathed arm, the blood not entirely his. It only intensifies when he sees a silhouette, painfully familiar, but knows better than to drop the faΓ§ade; people are more likely to lunge towards the injured in the rush towards triumphs. Misled, but still. Gabriel winces as he sits on the concrete, back against the slab brick walls. Exhales, inhales. Then, he waits.
