The man's screams had my ears ringing, who knew the human body could make such a noise. I said so to the figure beside me and they nodded looking almost as uneasy as I felt. Before us the man’s body twisted in irregular ways his eyes rolling back into his head as he tried to escape the pain. He kept crawling towards the doors, tears and snot running down his face turning a washed out red when it met his blood, his hands clawed at the floor as his punisher dragged him back with a twisted smile. I knew it was dangerous having bloodthirsty violent men around in the gang for they had the tendency to fight first, talk later, but at times like this I was almost relieved I didn't have to deal out the punishment myself. The smell of singed flesh and alcohol hangs in the air, the man's screams growing weaker and weaker, his attempts to run almost none. I put my head back, closing my eyes before finally standing up pulling my own knife out of my sheath.
“Enough.”
My voice was foriegn to me, bored and cold lined with steel, the voice of the man I wish I wasn't. A pair of hazel eyes narrow in my direction as their owner obeys and steps back, evidently annoyed I ended his fun early. In the silence my footsteps echo as I stalk towards the man tracing the sharp end of the knife with one finger, when I draw near he starts whimpering, begging for mercy. I hate when they do that. “Wow you look good,” My sarcasm makes him flinch, slowly I squat next to him twirling the knife in my hand, “ So, why did they do it? Why you?” I tilt my head and he shakes all over,
“No, please, I don't know what you're talking about, you got the wrong guy! I didn't do anything!...” The man was shaking his head so violently he stumbled over his words, his brittle voice going shrill as he pleaded. I take a closer look eyeing him up and down,
"I dont believe you..."
"It's true! It's true!"
I looked at him again, raising my brows and schooling my face into shock while turning towards hazel eyes,
“You're right! O my goodness!..How did we miss this?...” I put my free hand behind my head ignoring the sputters beside me, “Oh my lord, I, here,” I offer a hand up, “I am so sorry I have no words, I’ll call the hospital right away.”
“Thank you.” Voice full of relief he stops shaking, taking his in mine I pull him up and leaning into his ear I snarl my voice low and full of venom,
“Do you think I’m STUPID?” Nibley I pull away yanking back his head and exposing his throat, in a fluid motion I bring my knife up and press against his jugular drawing a trickle of blood, then again in a roar I ask him, “DO YOU THINK IM STUPID?!” The whites of his eyes show as he struggles against the knife.
“No! Ok!..I’ll talk! I'm sorry, please don't kill me! just pl-!”
A shot rang through the alcove and the man with all my information died, just like that right in my hands.
Outside moonlight illuminated the city, brightening the corrupted stone streets and shedding light on every evil deed done in the dark. It seemed to know, and if you looked up you could feel it look back and reflect in your soul. Cloaked figures with light pockets and a few to many drinks walked the streets with unsteady legs, while prostitutes leaned on doorways inviting them inside. Children young and deperate curled together in gutters and abandoned streets, moonlight gazing down softly and wrapping them in light. If the moon was then like good then the mist was then like evil trying to hide mens twisted ploys and shrouding those not wanting to be seen, this including the black clad figure frantically disabaling their gun and tossing it into the alleyway below.
"Our men are out their searching right now..." I felt the hesitance in those words, my hands clenched at my sides knuckles turning white, 155Please respect copyright.PENANA1aKPUwwdUJ
"But what?" My voice shook
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