The police were baffled at the dead bodies, clueless, which I enjoy.
I sat on a high building with a coffee and some skittles. I looked over the city, illuminated by tax, I mean lights, defiantly lights, not tax, not as if tax pays for the lights or anything. Nope, not at all.
It was getting late which meant 'kill o clock.' An old employer of mine said
"If you're good at something don't do it for free."
Well, I did kinda work for him free of charge, he got me out of the shit a lot. I mean like, a lot! Unfortunately him and an old friend had a disagreement and he was shot dead, highlight of my life.
"Ryder isn't it?" A young lad asked, 17 years old, blonde hair.
"Who's asking?" I asked.
"Erm, I'm David's grandchild."
"Liam? Kyle?"
"I'm here to offer you a job."
"Over my dead body."
"It's about your sister, Lola."
"Wow, she hadn't overdosed yet?"
"No, why would she- I don't wanna know."
"Stay out of this line of work kiddo."
"Too late." I could see he was holding a gun behind me, I threw a knife at his leg.
After an hour of torture, not mine. His. I got all the answers I needed, turns out, an old enemy of mine was back, time to leave this beautiful city behind. Time to run for my life.
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Sorry! I know, haven't updated in a while, I did this on the train to London so sorry if it sucks major balls but it was a quick update, I needed to kinda introduce more characters and begin a story line somewhere, so once again apologies for how much it sucks balls and next update may be sometime next week, depends!
-Parker.
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Unique.
ActionSo, basically, about a kickass chick. Everyone is unique, it's how life runs, but what if it stopped running? Would life still run? Or would it stop?
