1.1
It was dark amoungst the skies, casting only a light from the streetlamps. Traffic was almost casual, for this time of the night. The gravel, which was painted a horrible red in my town was a grimsly sight to view at night. The light reflected from the streetlights onto the sidewalk and road, and made it look almost as if thousands of people had died there at once. Apparantly, this is some peoples sick way of thinking it'll switch things up a little. I personally, don't feel it very appealing to see blood-covered sidewalks everytime I decide to walk at night.
Almost instantly, my jaw started to get a numbing sensation. It felt as if all my teeth were floating around inside of my mouth. My whole face throbbed, felt as if I had been punched multiple times by a very large man. Just as soon as I had realized what happened, it was already entirely to late, I was already being dragged by my feet across the bloodred sidewalk, noone ever able to tell that blood had been oozing from my head at the same rate I was breathing. Bystanders thought maybe the person who was dragging me was perhaps just escorting a drunk friend home.
I knew exactly who it was who had done this, who had hit me with a blunt object and attempted to kidnap me. It was almost an instant reminder of what I did every single night to people. It was almost ironic who it was. It was my friend, Peter, and he had commited various attrocitys with me. I guess you can almost say we were part of a gang.
"Doing well partner?" He said to me, a very taunting look on his face.
"Well, I wasn't expecting to ever see you again, but other then that I'm quite well. In fact the blood squirting out of my head almost feels as if it were biterly something I actually deserved," I replied.
"Well, that little blow to the head was just your first round of what you'll be recieving tonight. The boss had a meeting with all of us last night, and he agreed, your a dead man for betraying us. He told me to kill you, at first. I told him to reconsider, and that we could torture you for a little while. He told me it would be alright. My friend, I don't want to kill you, I don't want to torture you eigther. I want you for myself. We can run away together, and never come back. Escape this lifestyle. So what do you say, pal?" He said, a gleam in his eyes.
"Something tells me I don't have much of a choice," I said.
"No, you don't."
