#15 of Howling Moons.
>the sound of footsteps got closer and closer, your ear pivoting toward it on reflex
>"Shiiit," you swore under your breath
>you weren't a fighter, and as goofy as this world was on the surface, death was very real...
>you glanced toward Moxxie, who was catching Millie up on the situation at hand...
>you were all going to check Chaz's car
>see if his wealth is legitimate
>then blab to Crim?
>the footsteps got closer
>the fur on your back began to stand up...
>you opened your mouth to get their attention...
>...
>...
>you were on the ground, flat on your back, your nose throbbing
>a distinct wetness on your lips tasting of copper
>"What...?" you sat up, gently touching your nose, and recoiling from the intense sting, "Oww.."
>"Took ya long enough!" Millie quietly shouted at you, tying a gagged goon to a chair before shoving him into your bedroom
>"What just... wait, where's Chaz?!" you shouted, getting shushed by Moxxie
>"He knocked you out," he responded, wiping your bloody nose with a hankerchief which made you flinch and pull away, "Not sure where he went, but if he finds my father before us, its gonna be our word against his and... well, you know who he's gonna side with."
>"So what now?" you were beginning to sound like you had a cold, your nose leaking heavily as you sat up
>"Someone has to go gag Chaz while we go for the car," Moxxie responded, putting his bloodied hankerchief in his suit pocket.
>"That'll be me," Millie interjected, stomping out of the room and tossing you your jacket which you quickly slipped on, "Ya can go with Moxxie, Chaz is mine."
>"No!" you shouted, getting shushed by Moxxie again, "I mean... look, he blindsided me once, and..."
>Millie was giving you a death glare now, one that chilled you to the bone and drove away any lies you could think up
>"... You're gonna kill him."
