Caleb
There is no such thing as luck, only delinquents believed in such shenanigans. You see a real man makes his own luck and should not care if he hurts others along the way in order to benefit. That...that is simply how survival works. I stole a glance at my trembling fingers afraid that if I stared at them any longer I would go insane. My heart beat had not yet regulated and I could still feel the beads of sweat gliding in my forehead. I closed my eyes for a brief moment but snapped them open when I started replaying what I had witnessed. I could still hear his struggling grunts as he kicked his legs for dear life. His hands had been pinned to the ground stripping him of any hope of defending himself. He had finally sputtered blood and his killer had watched life dissipate from
