Beautiful world, under the starry night, colorful light and the crowds in such town, the corner of the alleyway, it's very loud, very crowdy, the town that never sleeps anyway.
"Aah, i wanna escape to a rural area.. maybe soon". I mutter, dragging my body forward, more corpse than human these days.
Aimless, I drift through the city's veins like a ghost with nowhere to haunt. A cigarette burns between my fingers ,cheap, bitter, and mine. I pull over in my beat up little car, the one that breaks down as often as I do. It shudders to a stop. I step out for a piss and a breath of slightly less-toxic air.
"Ah, crap.. running out of money again.. should i take advantage of those rich perv?."
i inhale sharply and going into my car again
"Hmm.. Maybe no, creepy.."
Twirling my hair, continuing my aimless drift. The music starts again, my favorite album. Unpopular. Probably terrible. But it's been on repeat for weeks. I hum along.
Then i see it..
A grotesque mass of meat lurches into view, bloated and oozing, with mouths, too many mouths and chewing at the air. It reeks of rot and hunger. A fragment of some Gluttony Authority beast laying on the side of the road, probably just finished eating some animals, or other beasts.
"Eugh, those gluttony bastards again, But hell, this might be my lucky break..."
I grab my gun from the backseat and slip out of the car, quiet as I can. Aim. Breathe. Squeeze.
Too slow.
It shifts with unnatural speed, the bullet missing. It lunges, slamming into me with a fleshy fist. My stomach folds in on itself. I hit the ground hard, last night's soup splattered on the asphalt.
"Disgusting.."
I stare up, coughing, watching death crawl toward me in the form of that pulsating, hungry thing. This is it, I think. I'm gonna die in this stinking alley, like a dog.
I close my eyes.
But instead of silence, I hear a shriek. Wet. Disgusting beasts scream.
I blink and the beast is cleaved clean in half, steaming and twitching. Behind it stands a man, sword glowing like something out of a comic book.
He checks his phone, a smug grin stretching across his perfect face, probably logging the kill and claiming the bounty from the highest authority.
'Gifted Person' a person with a unique ability different from each person, some kind of weird super power, i call them Freaks, Freaks with powers plucked from some cosmic lottery. They can do whatever they want. From obtaining super weapon, changing body attribute, shooting laser beam or some bullshit.
I hate them.
I stare down at my gun. Useless.
"Huh.. at this rate i'll be dying like a fool.. like a loser i am.."
I look up at the man, looking down at me, he sure had his wallet full, looking at how strong he is, and how fast he took the beast which i failed to kill.
I crawl back into my car, collapsing in the back seat. Staring at the ceiling, hand outstretched.
"What if… I had a Gift?, Naah.. i don't want to be a freaks.. im a human.."
A sigh escapes me.
"If only… i could just kill... Everyone.. wait, why would i?.. i just want money and freedom.. Dammit."
And slowly, I let the night take me.