BLOODHOUNDS #3: The Malice

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holic, and

eek, from ten to twelve hours. As a sports photographer, I must always be ready because

t least four sports ph

e Poppy was sick. She got into an accident

eboarding. Y

ily to take photos of the players, the game, the practice, and even the mascots

and today is my las

s worked extra to fill Poppy's place. Poppy thanked me and

5 hours left to

close t

way to the second floor of the bleachers so I can take photos when the s

ards his dad with a hotdog, and he yawn

t five hours will be hell. I grabbed my tripod and walked out from

crowded, with fans rushing to get into their seats. My bod

the stair

was to save the camera because it's my lifeline. As I took a deep breath and held on to my

happened in

nto small pieces. My first reaction was my eyes popped out of its socket, and

abbed him by the arm, tu

eyes were captivating like it's hypnotizing me into oblivion. His glasses made him look like he conquered the world

His first cold remarks made

owed him what he had done to my camera. My eyes we

ou tri

did,

d the man beside him, making me raise my

rong with

as pissed, and those words came out like a sharp

mocki

twenty thousand dollars cash. My eyes were locked with his, and h

und, putting his hands into his pocket, and l

d stall and put all the shattered camera pieces into the bag, saving the memory ca

ven bother

re Jaz was. When she saw my camera, she gasped. She knew exactly what I

happ

ipped my tripod." She looked

do after yo

dollars to pay for the dama

that much money on the spot?"

e for now." She's right. I grabbed her backup camera and promi

y taking pictures of the Red Eagle team and had to move on to the White

re observing the players' every move, judging them with his dark brown

nt to the VIP sea

t would be enough for me to teach him a lesson. I ran towards the food stall and bough

the cups on the table and put my camera on the seats a few rows

teach hi

minion's eyes were locked onto the White Claws team. I threw

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