I’m a couple of days late again, and for that I apologize. I’m really tired and trying to get back into the swing of things.
Today is a make up post, but it might become a segueway into Wrath, I’m not 100% sure.
The air burned in his lungs as he ran, his knife dripping with the blood of his victim and his hands gripping the canvas bag with money in it. The convenience store clerk had started to get a bit shifty, and in his fear, the robber had knifed him and ran.
Stopping to catch his breath, the robber paused for a moment, listening for signs of pursuit. Having heard none, he rifled through the sack of money and stuffed the various bills into his pockets before wrapping the bloodied knife in the sack and discarding it in a dumpster. He kept the leather gloves he had been wearing on as he walked, intending to discard them elsewhere when he was sure he could cleanse the prints off of them.
He wandered through the back alleys and streets nonchalantly, a reputation preceding him as he walked. Many of the seedy underbelly knew who he was, and they stayed out of his range afraid of his ‘’legendary’’ wrath. “He’ll cut you.” was most commonly used when discussing him.
He smiled slightly to himself thinking about how true that statement now was. He thought that he might feel guilt in regards to the fact that he had knifed the convenience store clerk but in the end, he just didn’t care. The money in his pockets was enough for a hot meal, a roof over his head for a few more weeks and if he was lucky maybe convincing one of the street hoes that often walked past the rickety cockroach infested apartment he rented to spend some time with him.
What he didn’t expect was the sudden BANG! And the burning sensation that accompanied it. He found himself pitching forward, his legs suddenly not working and his lower back exploding into a cacophony of burning and pain. Bracing from the fall, he propelled himself over until he was face to face with his assailant.
Clutching the wound in her chest, the convenience store clerk held a gun before her, hand shaking, eyes narrowed. ‘’I don’t care about the money but you injured me, and I’m going to get my revenge!” she hissed. She shot her gun two more times at the robber, once in the head and once in the chest. Dropping the gun, she rifled through his clothes, found the money that he had stolen and quickly counted it. A plan was rapidly forming in her head – no doubt the convenience store where she worked had the whole thing on film – the knifing, the robbery, her running up after the robber… and frankly, she wasn’t sure she wanted to return to her job. She kicked the now lifeless corpse of the robber by her feet and laughed. She felt no remorse for having killed the robber in cold blood (she supposed she could push for self defense or temporary insanity – after all, he had knifed her!) but in the end she decided that no, it was time to move on. The couple hundred dollars she held in her hands would be enough for a one way ticket out of this city and into the next one – and maybe to a new life.
Satisfied with her plan, she kicked him again before stashing the money on her person. She moved through the shadows of the buildings until she got to her room where she quickly threw a few things in one of her bags, just enough to survive but to not cause too much suspicion, and she grabbed her own stash of cash she had hidden. Whistling to herself, she slipped out of her apartment, leaving the door wide open for anyone who wished to trash it. The more damage, the less they would be able to trace her, she figured.
It was time to leave.