Today’s random image from Midjourney led to a drabble. So much for no new words today, but I have a headache and a bad attitude. Cutting sugar is not going well on day one.

Grimace

Grown men cried when their gang leader went down, torn to shreds in a hail of bullets and blood. They soon learned, though, that you can’t keep a bad man down.

The leader pulled himself free from a makeshift grave after ten days, setting to work to make adjustments that would make him meaner than ever before.

A spiked, mechanical faceplate replaced his lower jaw, delivering a new level of biting power perfect for up close combat. He drained his blood, now the color of oil, with his gang, giving a little of himself to all. Revenge would be theirs.