"Y-y - you sunovabitch! You tricked me! There ain't no cigarettes, t- t- this is a piece of fucking trash!"
Two men in an alleyway, only touched by the light of a poorly maintained dimly-lit street light while the alley way itself is riddled with filth coming from one end to another. The belligerent man appeared to be drunk, constantly slurring his words and sporadically moving about. While the other man looked very young, like he was midway throughout adolescence. Despite that the look in his eyes looked of one that has seen many things. Many disturbing things.
"Look, we ran out of cigs, be creative man, I'm sure with your extremely high IQ you'll manage to find a way to smoke it. Take it and we can go away with no drama, alright?"
"You fuck! You won't get away with this, do you know who I am you little bitch? I'll break you like a twig!" …show more content…
'Cause, I don't think you know what you're saying. You come to me fucking drunk, looking like you just rolled around in a bowl of shit and then you start threatening me, for real? Fuck, people these days man. Look, you ain't scaring anybody, so just stop. For your sake. "
The slightly obese man, shuffled around his pockets before he gave a maniacal laughter. He grabbed something from his pocket in a quick movement. The dimly-lit streetlight shone on the knife which reflected back into the young boy's eyes.
The uncouth drunkard continued laughing, each second getting louder. Until he suddenly stopped in his tracks when a long barrel of a gun pointed in between his eyes. He could smell it, the unpolished aroma of metal, brandished with the faint sense of death that surrounded the aura of the
Two men in an alleyway, only touched by the light of a poorly maintained dimly-lit street light while the alley way itself is riddled with filth coming from one end to another. The belligerent man appeared to be drunk, constantly slurring his words and sporadically moving about. While the other man looked very young, like he was midway throughout adolescence. Despite that the look in his eyes looked of one that has seen many things. Many disturbing things.
"Look, we ran out of cigs, be creative man, I'm sure with your extremely high IQ you'll manage to find a way to smoke it. Take it and we can go away with no drama, alright?"
"You fuck! You won't get away with this, do you know who I am you little bitch? I'll break you like a twig!" …show more content…
'Cause, I don't think you know what you're saying. You come to me fucking drunk, looking like you just rolled around in a bowl of shit and then you start threatening me, for real? Fuck, people these days man. Look, you ain't scaring anybody, so just stop. For your sake. "
The slightly obese man, shuffled around his pockets before he gave a maniacal laughter. He grabbed something from his pocket in a quick movement. The dimly-lit streetlight shone on the knife which reflected back into the young boy's eyes.
The uncouth drunkard continued laughing, each second getting louder. Until he suddenly stopped in his tracks when a long barrel of a gun pointed in between his eyes. He could smell it, the unpolished aroma of metal, brandished with the faint sense of death that surrounded the aura of the