In agony, the man fell, screaming. Jack smirked and yanked the knife out of his neck, allowing the blood to gush out against the wall and ground of the alleyway. Taking what blood he had from his knife, he carefully wrote the words "Snitch" just above the man's body. The message could not be clearer. With that, he walked down the ally, fearing nothing. The police would come around in the morning.
He blinked. He could have sworn he heard something. Turning, all he could see was the man's silent, cold body. He continued down the ally.
"Heheh."
Ok, that was definitely something. Something laughing. Looking behind him again, he just made out a shadow moving out of the way. He quickly removed the gun from his pocket and fired three shots. For a moment, he stared, expecting a body to fall, expecting the sound of life leaving a body.
Nothing. He walked away, quicker this time.
"Haaaaaaaah."
It was the sound like a hiss, sigh, and laugh. Not knowing what else to do, he broke into a run.
He could hear footsteps behind him. He knew he wouldn't have time to get the gun. His best hope was to find a way out of the labyrinth of alleyways, to somehow remember which way he came. Naturally, in his panic he forgot. He soon found himself against a wall illuminated by a single light. He started scrambling for something, anything to get him out. When nothing came, he turned.
He found himself face to face with the shadow of a man whose features he could not see.
"The fuck are you?" he yelled. "Did Garenz send you?"
"I'm not familiar with your Garenz, criminal." droned the figure.
Jack laughed.
"You're not police." he said. "You don't smell like police. You don't walk like police. Don't you try to scare me with your criminal bullshit."
Slowly, the figure stepped into the light.
It was a ghastly sight. The figure was a man, bald with sagging, cracked skin. Scars decorated the entirety of the face, giving the appearance of even more shriveling to the skin. The eyes... at first, he couldn't think of what was wrong with the eyes, and then didn't want to believe it.... had no whites or iris, and only a slight
He blinked. He could have sworn he heard something. Turning, all he could see was the man's silent, cold body. He continued down the ally.
"Heheh."
Ok, that was definitely something. Something laughing. Looking behind him again, he just made out a shadow moving out of the way. He quickly removed the gun from his pocket and fired three shots. For a moment, he stared, expecting a body to fall, expecting the sound of life leaving a body.
Nothing. He walked away, quicker this time.
"Haaaaaaaah."
It was the sound like a hiss, sigh, and laugh. Not knowing what else to do, he broke into a run.
He could hear footsteps behind him. He knew he wouldn't have time to get the gun. His best hope was to find a way out of the labyrinth of alleyways, to somehow remember which way he came. Naturally, in his panic he forgot. He soon found himself against a wall illuminated by a single light. He started scrambling for something, anything to get him out. When nothing came, he turned.
He found himself face to face with the shadow of a man whose features he could not see.
"The fuck are you?" he yelled. "Did Garenz send you?"
"I'm not familiar with your Garenz, criminal." droned the figure.
Jack laughed.
"You're not police." he said. "You don't smell like police. You don't walk like police. Don't you try to scare me with your criminal bullshit."
Slowly, the figure stepped into the light.
It was a ghastly sight. The figure was a man, bald with sagging, cracked skin. Scars decorated the entirety of the face, giving the appearance of even more shriveling to the skin. The eyes... at first, he couldn't think of what was wrong with the eyes, and then didn't want to believe it.... had no whites or iris, and only a slight
