Guns and Glory (Schlattbur/sweaterduo)

Part 1

"Where the fuck is he?" Schlatt thought to himself. He was searching for his friend Ted who said he would "be back soon" 7 hours ago. Now its 4 am and Schlatts out here in the rain unable to get in contact with him. He was more than frustrated, but he kept searching because that's what friends do. As he was coming up on an alley way he stepped on a phone that was on the sidewalk. Upon closer investigation it was Teds. He frantically looked around hoping he was ok and possible around before he pocketed the phone for his friend and walked past the alley way. He passed 2 more blocks before thinking of heading home, he was cold and wet. Staring down at his feet as He walked watching water puddle on the sidewalks. He kept on going for his friend though. soon 2 blocks turned to 6 then turned to 17. It was now 6 am. He passed one more alleyway before freezing with terror. There was.. Blood. A trail of blood leading into the alleyway. He stood there, Shocked. Hoping it was a dead animal or something he followed the trail of blood with his eyes. There was a dead corpse behind the dumpster only revealing a hand. A hand who looks like someone aggressively ripped a watch off. A hand with Teds signature milk carton tattoo. Schlatt didn't even know it was possible to be even more still. He didn't even notice the three other men in the alleyway. 

Schlatt soon noticed the two guns pointed at his head along with a cold blank glare from the man in the middle who looked oddly familiar.  of course this was happening. Its the fucking unsafe parts New York for crying out loud! wait. It was new york. Schlatt has a weapon. He's not stupid. Hes been here his entire life. He just needed to address the situation quickly, his friend: Dead, 2 guns pointed at him, and his weapon consisted of a  6in knife he could pull out of his holster if he was given the chance. With out thinking anymore he began to sprint, he heard one of the guns fire. The sound seemed so close and ear shattering but he continued to run, getting his knife out of its designated place. He just needed to get to a familiar place. He didn't know if he was being chased or not. The safe bet would be to keep running. Just as he was turning a corner he was shot in the shoulder, making him drop his knife. No time to pick it back up, run! He reminded himself. They where taking delayed shots, probably to not cause a hudge scene all at once.

 He only made it past 13 blocks before getting too light headed To move on, stumbling into an alleyway behind a dumpster praying he wasn't being followed anymore. He placed his hand over his shoulder before quickly pulling away hissing in pain. Back for a second round as Schlatt tried to cover the wound With his hand to control the bleeding. God damn it this is how he's going to die, isn't it? Bleeding out behind a dumpster. And what if they find him? He doesn't have his weapon anymore. He's fucked in both situations. His head getting heavier by the second and vision slightly fogging, a loud ringing to that of someone flat lining surrounding Schlatt. The only noises he could hear was someone's foot steps approaching him. There wasn't anything he could do to stop them when they where face to face. He couldn't make out their face or what ever they said to him. He was picked up and slung over someone's shoulder before passing out completely. He's fucked.