The Impersonator of the President of the United States of America presided over the ceremony, speaking highly of concepts like love, loyalty, and intercommunicability. The first marital kiss was enough to give a nun dirty thoughts. As soon as the ceremony ended, the kids ran out into the filthy streets of the city.

The reception was the biggest party in Vegas that night. The ballroom was full of liquor, short skirts, and pretty, pointless people saying pretty, pointless things. Outside, fangs and wings flew around the city, the party guests unaware. Someone finally pissed off the big grey guy in the corner, and the dance floor was littered with bodies, the walls covered in blood. The bride and groom took him and left for the road, and the guests were left for the dead. The studio execs liked the grisly scene, and picked through the survivors for a director who could pull it off on the big screen, sex it up a little.

The outskirts of the city provided an abandoned hide-out for the night, and the big man slept hard. She was only seventeen, and he was only a slimeball, so the marriage was annulled while they held and kissed on a condemned balcony, hoping it would crumble under their feet.

When the two-day mark hit, the love story was over. Elsie and Cage snuggled into first class, the seats barely big enough for him, and they left for California. Subway Jack was already in bed with another woman.


Before the ink had dried, the small man had run into the biggest man. Razor shook her head, knowing what was about to go down.

"Spike, this is why we don't let you lead the way."

These fights usually break out because two muscle-bound morons want a cock-measuring contest. Today, things are going a little differently.

Elsie knows her opponents. She knows they have common enemies. She also knows that they're filthy bastards. Last night was the highest low point in the young lady's life, and someone's going to suffer for it. Her smile drops, and so does her foot, straight into Spike's skull. For a little thing, the girl can scrap when she wants to... especially when she knows Cage is there to step in on her behalf.

As Thorne steps in, his face remains emotionless, but even he is not blind to the fact that he's matched up against Cage. One hulk slugs the other, and thankfully there are no cameras around, because this shit's getting ugly. Elsie's a little quicker and little quicker-witted than Spike, and has little trouble luring him into Cage's clutches alongside his pal. The grey monster fends off the two of them, but they're not the types to let up easily, even with a little girl knocking them in the heads.

"ENOUGH!!"

Four heads turn towards Razor, and the fists pause for a moment.