Chapter one : Your end
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Limping through the door i slam it shut, hearing the reverberate of old wood meeting cold metal, my boots thud against the wooden stairs and echo throughout the house, reaching my room i open the door with a sigh, today's events dawning on me. I lost a fight, the middle aged man pulled a knife on me and stabbed me in the thigh.
Peering down at my thigh visualize the event again.
The booming of drunken men and women shouting bets and insults fill my mind, studying the man in front of me, he'd been limping on his right side, so i imagined he'd just gotten out of another fight and still held the adrenaline.
It was a quick fight, always is with me, i aim for the knock out spots, this isn't a game this is life and death. Fight and collect the money thats it.
Looking down at the man as he cries on thee floor whimpering for mercy, i did the one thing you should never do.
I hesitated.
And that was his opening, stabbing me in the leg i stumbled across, mumbling profanities, focusing on the man, i only get the chance to block his next blow by seconds. It wasn't good, i was losing blood by the second an i was beginning to get dizzy and before i knew it, i was out cold.
Shaking my head at the events i stumble into my bathroom, looking in the mirror my dirty blonde hair falling out of the tight pony tail i had put it in, my blue eyes blank and devoid of emotion, as they had been since my mothers death.
Turning on the shower i clean off the blood and grime. After showering i head towards m fridge only to notice the lack of food.
"s**t, what am i suppose to eat now?" World wide problem right here, what am i going to feed the beast.
My stomach.
Grabbing my black hoodie i head towards the door, the cold air hitting my face as i walk across the abandoned path.
A loud commotion draws me towards a dimly lit alley way, in most cases id mind my own business but today im feeling a little nosy.
Looking across the wall i notice five figures, one limp against the floor so im assuming that persons dead.
"Look what you've done you i***t!" Figure one, growls towards the other two, his voice low and masculine.
"Hey! It wasn't my fault Robert was the one who decided to get trigger happy" Figure two defends in an equally deep voice as the first man.
"Dont blame this on me, he looked at me funny" Robert i assuming grumbles.
Idiots all of them.
"I want my mummy!" wails a girl, shuffling closer i notice older then eight, he blonde piggy tails held up with pink bows and her pink dress matching her pink socks and shoes and would you look at that, she's holding a pink f*****g teddy.
"So much pink what the hell" i mumble shaking my head.
Suddenly silence and it wasn't until i took my attention from the girl and back to the guys did i relies why.
My stupid f*****g self is standing in the middle of the f*****g alley way, right in plain sight.
"Uh....hi" I manage out as i start shuffling back.
"Ah ah ah, missy come here now" Robert tsks.
Rolling my eyes at the idiots i focus my attention back to the pink ommpa loompa, tears now stream her cheeks as she shuffles in her spot.
"Hey sweetie" I coo towards her, reaching my hand towards her direction.
"Oi lady leave the brat alone" figure two says, looking towards the guy i notice the shotgun he's holding, really, this f*****g kid thinks he can point that at me? This kid.
"Oh please we both know you don't have the balls to shoot me" Rolling my eyes at the baffled figure i continue my advances towards the girl. "Hey darling you ok?"
"Listen here b***h he might not be able to shoot you but i'll happily shoot your annoying ass" Growls the first figure, looking towards the man i notice his features alot easier then before, his pitch black hair is almost blending into the night sky and his pale green eyes stand out the most, being almost 6'2 he towers over my 5'4 figure. His body toned with muscle most likely from going to the gym daily.
Returning from my perv, cause im not gonna lie, hes hot as hell i notice the gun aimed at my stomach, not directed to kill me, but it would hurt like a b***h. "And who the hell do you think you are?" I growl frustrated.
"Your end" He smirks and then shoots.
- Writer
