A strange Pack (Blessy & Admiral Squish)

[Blesgard]

Cassy was enjoying the warm sun out in her garden. It was a nice day, the air was mild and the birds sung in the trees.
She wore a long, light summer dress and laid on the bench, reading in her favorite little book. It was old and the pages were thin, but it had beautiful poems which Cassy had read over and over again.
Cassy was young and her fiery red hair, which normally reached her shoulders currently flowed over the pillow she rested her head on.
She finished another poem, smiled and closed her eyes...

 

[Admiral Squish]

As Cassy lounged in the back, a strange crowd came up the sidewalk. Easily twenty strong, the group tromped up the sidewalk in a long bunch. They didn't talk much, merely looked around severely. They were all men, in their twenties, and relatively muscular, but there the similarities ended. They covered every possible look from punk to emo to office worker. They spoke very little, looking around severely. In the very front of the crowd was a tall man with deeply tanned skin. He wore no shirt, and tattoos sprawled all over his chest. He had at least five piercings on his face, and a spiked mohawk dyed blue. As they passed the girl's house, they looked in the windows, surveying the property. Nods passed through the crew, and all at once, they swarmed over the fence, landing silently in the front lawn. They advanced stealthily, ad the leader strode up to the front door. He almost seemed to swell for a moment as he raised a foot and kicked it in, splintering the lock from the body of the door. The alarm was off, thankfully, as the twenty men swarmed into the house, proceeding to make themselves at home. Eating the food, going through the bedroom cabinets...