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As you walk past the "Dark Alley Way" as it is known around these
parts, your curiosity get's the most of you and you slowly start
walking down it's creepy hallway like walls. All around are bums,
hookers, drug dealers and everything else that can be found in the dark
parts of New York City. A man comes running up to you obviously high on
something or just drunk he starts screaming at you..."Dude
i need a hit man, please just $50 i really need a hit! "You feel sorry
for this man and you carefully slide him a fifty dollar note making sure
none of the other people see you,
as soon as the man gets his fifty dollar note he runs of into the
direction you came from. You make your way towards an empty
warehouse you hear loud gunshots erupt from it "I am so not going in
there" you say to yourself, as you quickly pass it without making a
noise. As you near the end of the Alley you think to yourself what a
good walk this was, getting ripped of by a junky, watching deals go
down
and hookers sell themselves you thought you've pretty much seen
everything a late saturday night in the N.Y bronx can throw at you, but
your thoughts are interupted by shouting and screaming, you run upahead
to see what's going on and there it was, a hooker trying to wrestle
something out of a mans hand "Probably Money" you thought as you
withdraw your pistol and aim at the man, just as your about to pull the
trigger someone or something slaps you on the back, you flinch pull the trigger and spray a storm of
bullets ahead, you turn around to see the junky you've given the money
before stare at you in horror and make a run for it, you turn around
wondering what was wrong and there it hit you, when the junky slapped
you on the back you accidently fired a shitload of bullets into the
hooker and mans direction, you see them lying in a pool of blood
"Fuck'' you say, as you turn around and run like the wind.
You sprinted about two blocks before stopping and catching your breath,
you see the ambulance and about three cop cars racing past you, you
lean up against the wall and nervously pull a cigarette from your pack
and light it up. "Oh man that fucking junky, he knows that it was me!"
you quickly snuff out your cigi before racing back the way you came
from to see if you can find the homeless fuck. As you sprint to the Alley Way, dodging women, children and
old men you, freeze in a sudden halt as you see the junky talking to
police men. Your head feels heavy and you feel sick when you see the
junky spot you and hear him yelp "That's him officer, get him"
six policemen coming bolting straight at you, everything suddenly goes
slow, you loosen the grip on your pistol holder and see the policemen
grind
to a sudden halt, they all reach for their pistols but it's to late
you've already withdrawn your's and start blasting another shit storm,
that's about all you remeber as you wake up in St. Alba's Hospital and
notice a very old doctor writting notes on a pad, he looks at you and
smiles before saying "Your very lucky to be alive my friend, those
bullets could of easily killed you, but luck was on your side apart
from a few broken ribs and a fractured right arm you'll be just fine"
he smiles again and looks like he's waiting for a response, you slide
your left hand across the bandage on your ribs and lift your hand up
and give him the finger's, " Fuck you" you say as you drift of back to
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