The streets are a lot more beautiful at night when running. The shadow rays of the moon makes it even prettier and you at times wish it never ends for the world, but then you might remember you weren't just running for fun or as a rehearsal for some marathon race. You were running for your life.
I had made the mistake myself and I was getting what I deserved.
" You can run all you want bastard," says one of the psychopath chasing me, " but you can't fucking hide". At this point laughing was inevitable. I was actually hiding behind a garbage trunk when he said this and he had run past me not knowing I was there. But then, I do make fucking mistakes at the wrong times most times. He had heard my giggling.
" Found you, bastard". He had a good sense of hearing.
The moment he took hold of my shirt I knew the fun had begun. I smiled all the way as he hurled me through the dark street. Why wasn't there ever any one awake when stuffs like these happened to me?.......oh, it was fucking midnight when the sun don't shine.
The bastard threw me to the ground, being all macho and tough. Poor dude, never knew what was coming.
" I hate little rats who steal cheese from my cupboard" he said with his face squized like an angry ape who was perishing from hunger. I chuckled and said;
" I'm guessing you don't have a fridge, sir"
" What?", He was flabbergasted.
" Your cheese would be a lot safer if you just lock it up in the fridge, sir and little rats would neber be able to beat you up and take it away from you. Don't you think?"
" Hmm?", I sighed when I realized I was talking to some illiterate.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
A few kicks and his knee went cracking. One man down, my feet racing once more, and a few more to conquer.
" Hey! Do you have a death wish", one out of three screamed. I was disturbed by this yelling, he might wake the neighborhood up, and I'd be seen as the bad boy who steals from pathetic men who have no other use for money than getting themselves cigars. How great a story, I'd be famous and everywhere on the news. What am I trying to say, I had to shut that mother fucker up.
Bong!
The sound of the metallic pipe against his face was a bit noisy, noise meant pain. The effect on me was a rapid vibration. If he were to survive that hit he'd be sure to beware of sharp turns and corners when chasing an enemy next time. Two more to go.
I didn't really want to hurt my fingers, there was a test tomorrow and I had to ace it. Never possible with, broken or shaky fingers you know. A silver chain had reflected the moon light. Charming and useful. I had a good grip and dragged it out of its spot, but it seemed like the next victims had thought ahead of me. He took hold of the other end of the chain.
Not bad for a street smoker, and quite dangerous for a student.
He pulled me to himself and was about to kiss me with his fist, but like I always said, the ground is never to far to touch. I swept him off his feet and avoided his punch. Swiftly like an experienced teen, I returned the favour and began strangling him with the silver chain.
Thud!
This time it was on me, I had forgotten the last one.
I tied the chain to the neck of my amiable client and suppressed him with it while I stood to face the other who had in his possession a baseball bat.
" Seriously! Where did you get that from", I mistakenly said out loud.
" You little..." Was always the phrase most of my victims said before striking. I protected myself with my shield, the choking man. The bat had gone straight for his fore head. If I had the chance I would have thanked this man for taking down his own man for me, but then, my shield was gone.
I let go of my now unconscious shield and ran for it. The idiot followed on.
" Get back here you bastard!" , Why was everyone calling me a bastard?
As I ran through the streets I noticed a sign post. 'Sundae Sunday'. I was familiar with this place. There usually was a loose man hole and that bastard seemed to have been following me like I was the Saviour
With a little timing I kicked the top of the manhole so hard I fell to the ground. The bastard was happy over my misfortune. My feet hurt so bad, and this time I really felt it.
He laughed so slow and hard, it was mockery.
" You foolish psychopath", he begun. I was too busy bearing my pain. " You thought you could steal from higher-ups and get away with it... Aah"
Only the smart ones would realize this bastard had fallen into the pit I'd dug for his ass. There was blood. I think he had hot his head on the edge of the hole. Hope he wasn't dead. LOL, in my fucking dreams.
It took these bastards long enough to be defeated. Such headaches they were.
" Aaash, shit this is messed up" I said as I stood on my feet. I limped forward at the fucking object that had me limping and put it beside the manhole. " Goodnight", I said to the man, still in pain. Another night's patrol over and I had secured a few hundred dollars. Home was next on my mind and I can guess what's on yours. It's me. You want to know desperately who I am. LOL.....