Axel knew what was going to happen before it even happened but of course, he could't stop it. He watched them die and found himself unable to move as almost everyone in the club started rushing to the exit. He felt a strange stab of spite in him and looked down at his phone, grinding his teeth. He warned him the clubs were off limit. He told him not to do this and he fucking did it.

I'm done with you. Get out of my life, you fucking psycho.

Axel threw his phone after that, into the carnage, as hard as he could before wiping his hands on his trousers, grossed out by the fact he just spoke to that guy. Again. The self destructive, angry part of him didn't want to move. He was tempted to just walk into that mess out of spite but instead, he slipped his hands into pocket and started counting his weapons.

He had a feeling he was going to need them.