Drenched in the wetness of the rain I hid myself in the sewer waiting for the sun to go down. Everything was strange and cold but I was alive. This was my fault for making the deal so I have to erase it all. I woke up hazed and confused and stood up and look up. No light beamed down the lid of the man hole so I climbed up. I clench my revolver ready to use it. ‘This was my turf, my street’ I said to myself. I slid the man hole so I could get out and slid it back and ran towards the nearest building away from the light. I waited and waited, seconds taking minutes and minutes seemed like hours, nothing but the sound of nothing surrounding me. Then I heard the click of some kind of gun and I reacted with the skills of a true gunman and I turned and shot two bullets. The people didn’t see it coming and the bullets entered their flesh. They stood their clenching their sides, but they didn’t go down. One of them held his arm straight up and pointed a walther ppk at me and shot without holding back. I was slow to react and it slid through my side, I could tell it at that instant that it was going to bleed. I raised my gun and shot him on the arm and he fell back unconscious, probably from the loss of blood, I turned my gun at his friend but he was already died from blood loss. I went down further and threw up which rendered me weak and unable to decipher who was who. Then I heard a click and then two shots. I turned, but it was way too late as they both got me, one through my stomach and the other to the leg. "Get him!" one of them cried out. Foot steps came walking toward me and I had no where to run, even though I can’t. I laughed on the inside because this was crazy I’m dying for a cause that’s stupid, something that wasn’t caused by me but generations before. I took out my revolver and shot through the darkness each of the revolvers impacts hurting and throbbing the pain of my stomach. When I ran out of bullets I threw my gun and it hit a pole. Then I saw my shooters or at least one of them. He grabbed me by the collar and held his knife ready to cut me to pieces. When he didn’t kill me right there and then I was wondering why. Then at that sec the lamppost light flickered with light and I saw his face, he was a mere child maybe 14 or 16, he was crying so much it turned my heart black. Then I felt weaker and I felt myself slipping from my body. I fell from his arms and laid on the pool of blood that was streaming throughout my body. The kid screamed and the guy said "shut the fuck up, and follow me" when the kid didn’t listen he came out and grabbed the kids and actually dragged him away, I knew what his eye’s were starring at and I knew he would die before the age of 18. I laid there in my cold blood and slowly faded into darkness where I felt safest. But the question kept coming back why the hell did I agree on this for. And then I remembered I was stupid just like that boy, but there was one thing that boy had that I lost long time ago, tears of sadness...
