My fingertips cracked quickly, and another cop pounded his fist into his ribs six times till I fractured it once more.
Coughing crimson and dragging in short breaths, the slimy creature in front of me had begun.
"It's not in your best interests to deceive, Lottie," I explained. "You already know you're dying," I mumbled, "therefore your next words may determine whether or not your mother follows you."
The walkways were bustling with bustle, sandwiched between tall construction materials. The odors of smoked foods and cigarettes pounded my senses like a slap in the face. Colored lights splashed red and yellow across the fronts of people's faces. But I'm not here for the veiled merchants slinging the usual suspect goods tonight, nor for the vendors calling out consumer prices, nor for the
