From Bullets To Billions

Nearly every student in the school whose classroom windows faced the front entrance had their eyes locked on the scene unfolding outside. It was impossible to ignore.

They recognized the uniforms. Each one represented a different school across the Brinhurst area. Many of them had crossed paths with these students before, on their way home, on the streets, or during past confrontations. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ Novᴇl_Fire(.)net

And while most of the students watching from inside weren’t delinquents themselves, nor official members of the Bloodline group, they still owned the group’s merch. Hoodies, bags, even keychains, items they wore for the simple reason that rumors about the Billion Bloodline had spread like wildfire.

Everything they were witnessing was shocking. Surreal.

The students could feel it, like the air itself was charged. The logical next step, the one they all expected, was a fight. A full-on brawl between Max and his school against the flood of outsiders that had just invaded.

"Max will be okay... right?" Abby asked, eyes still fixed on the window.

"I’m really not sure," Cindy replied nervously. Her voice trembled. "I mean... those guys look like brutes. I know you said Max is good at fighting and all, but there’s so many of them. And what are they even doing here in the middle of the day?"

When Cindy glanced at Abby, she noticed her friend’s fists clenched tight at her sides. Her body was shaking slightly, the tension rolling off her in waves.

"Max is always getting himself into trouble," Abby mumbled. "And he never tells me the truth about it. I have this feeling... that part of this might be because of me."

That was when Cindy snapped her fingers, an idea sparking.