“What the fuck are you doing here? Bringing us more donuts? I said, what the fuck—” Before he could finish, the figure seemed to blur. Thinh felt something like a beanbag whip across his face. “What did you call her?” a voice said calmly. Thinh tried to get up. He couldn’t see out of his left eye. He slipped. Wait? Blood…? “My mother. What did you call her?” The calm was chilling. Thinh’s friends froze. In one blow, half of their friend’s face had been torn off its skull.
WTF
