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- >The November night embraces you as you step outside
- >The walk home wasn't particularly long, but still long enough to sober you up a bit in case Celestia was up
- >Smiling up at the yellow street lights and falling snowflakes that already covered the streets in a thick layer, you light a cigarette and put your earbuds in
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- >Taking off at a slow pace with your hand on your gun, you start thinking
- >Despite Slateside being dirty and dangerous, you still felt so at home here
- >Creeping slowly at night with seemingly nothing to worry about, slightly tipsy from the forty
- >Just walking, letting the seedy underbelly of the city take you in and shield you
- >Becoming almost one with the night, entering that meditative state where you were finally able to see the beauty lying behind the rusted railings
- >Behind the filthy, cramped tenements and their impoverished occupants
- >Hiding somewhere, just out of reach, blotted out by the drugs, the gunfights, the poverty and the filth
- >Somehow the snow made it just that more dreamlike
- >A dirty winter wonderland
- >Around fifteen minutes later, you're almost home
- >The alleys and cramped tenements give way to more familiar surroundings, townhouses and front yards with small, garden-like spaces in front
- >Garden-like only because no self-respecting gardener would've touched the overgrown spaces with a ten-foot pole
- >Your thoughts are interrupted by a hand on your shoulder
- >You flinch and turn around quickly, desperately fiddling with the safety catch on your .45
- >In front of you are two black guys, both of them younger than you, one of them holding a knife a bit too close to your throat
- >Your mouth gets even drier than before and your heartbeat reaches a new level of panic
- ''Hey, uh, what's all this-''
- >'Man, shut the fuck up! Get yo hands out of yo pockets!''
- >To emphasize his point, the closer one pushes the point of the knife against your Adam's apple
- >Shit
- >There's not much you can do with a gun at this range
- >Well, you'd rather live to fight another day
- >You slowly take your hands out of your pockets, showing your assailants your palms
- >The message is clear, you don't want any trouble
- ''Hey, man, I don't want no trouble, okay?''
- >''Nigga, if you don't shut the fuck up and gimme yo wallet you gonna have trouble, dig?''
- ''Yeah, I hear you, I just-''
- >The blow is as fast as it is unexpected
- >For a brief moment, you see only white and feel hot pain cascading on the left side of your face
- >The closer one lifts his fist again and presses the side of the knife onto your chin
- >He looks both pissed and scared at the same time
- >''I told yo ass to shut the fuck up! Gimme you wallet now!''
- >You sigh, feeling a bruise form under your left eye and pull out your wallet
- ''I'm telling you, you don't want to do this.''
- >''Man, shut yo ass up 'fore I kill you.''
- >He grabs your wallet and hands it to his friend, who rapidly checks it for money
- >''Shit man, jack-fucking-pot! There's like two hunna here!''
- >Both of them smirk at you
- >''Now, what we gonna do with yo white ass?''
- ''You really think you could kill me? You know how many motherfuckers are gonna come after you if you do it?''
- >You try to say something, anything, to get them to walk off
- >He gives you a half-crazed smile and cuts your cheek, pain rocketing through your head
- >''But you won't be able to do shit, nigga. Yo ass gonna be dead.''
- ''Alright, alright, I'll walk off, okay? No need for blood, okay?''
- >Your heart is beating faster than ever before and you almost feel like shitting yourself
- >''I don't think so.''
- >With a smirk, he kicks you in the nuts and you double over in pain
- >The next kick hits you square in the chest, and you fall on your back
- >Amidst kicks and punches, you curl up in a ball, wishing for the pain to be over
- >Kicks strike your ribs and stomach, and you vomit into the snow, the drifts already spattered with red
- >You cough and spew out the contents of your stomach, the bitter taste of stomach acids mingling with the taste of blood in your mouth
- >As soon as the pain started, it's disappeared
- >You feel heavy, tears forming behind your closed eyes
- >You don't want to die
- >You don't want to fucking die
- >Not like this
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