(Vincent's Pov) : I was walking down jacksonvile avenue all I could see was half a block down because of the fog obscuring the street ahead, it was cold and getting dark.
I was going to file for unemployment after the last five places denied my resume due too rise of crime rate in the city. I wasn't exactly on a good standing financially, and I looked the part, most places took that as a criminal record.
I finally made it to the bus top but it seemed no one was around, I sat down at a bench and waited for the bus, as I put my ciggeret out.
(No one's pov) : Vincent was waiting at the bus stop but something was making him feel like he was being watched he kept thinking he saw something in the corner of his eye but turned to see nothing but concrete and fog until a figure on the other side of the road appeared to be waving him down, as he got up from the bench and started to walk over to the figure, BAMM!?! Something hard hit the back side of his head and sent him down into the sidewalk, disoriented and in pain.
The figure across the street walked up to him and pulled something out of his suit pocket that could only be made out as a silenced handgun, he stood above him & said with a smile "hand over the cash friend" Vincent was getting up, as a man behind him put a metal bat to his back "not so fast", Vincent spat in the gunman's face "fuck you wop", the man behind him hit him with the bat and he fell once again. The gunman wiped the spit off his face and said "now now you aren't making this easy for us, last chance before I paint the street with ur fuckin head", Vincent was sent into a fit of rage and grabbed a rock as the two men laughed, he jolted back up and bashed the jagged edged rock upside the gunman's head, the other man panicked and hit Vincent across the jaw sending him on top of the bleeding gunman, before the man could get another swing in, BANG! the man fell to the ground Vincent had shot him .
(Vincent's Pov) : I was bleeding out and could barely see with the blood in my eyes on top of the fog & darkness, ....."damnit the silencer broke off the gun" I gotta leave before the police get here! that whole damned department is corrupt.
(No one's pov) : Vincent ran down the street and could hear the siren's behind him he ran down 5 blocks until they finally cought up with him, he turned down an alleyway until the siren's and hazed lights passed by, but as he got back up he felt dizzy and blood was dripping form his head, he tried to make it out of the Alley, buy everything went black & he passed out in the fog.
[ End of chapter 1 ]
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Hitman!
Actiona man finds himself in the middle of the slums of NY city full of corrupt cops & violent gangs. stopped by some thugs in black suits he was "persuaded" to give up what little money he had, he refused and somehow lived to fight another day. but...
