Jackey

Again.

I stod walked out of the bar. I ended up leaving with a black eye for the 50th time. I smirked a little as I walked out. I'm not suprised. I would probably do the same, but I won fare and square. Betting normally isn't my thing but it pays off when your good at it. I got like 50 bucks off that dude!

I stuck on my headphones and stood outside impatiently. My taxi was late . I counted my money once again and to my suprise I only got 30! That's like half of what bet for! I ran in as fast as I could to get what I really wanted, but two pairs of back gloves with the fingers cut off stopped me.

"Not again...," I wispers to myself as I slowly blacked out...

I woke up slowly to 3AM by Eminem playing. I voices my head to the beat as a shadowy figure looked above me.

"You like this?" She said as she pointed to the music box. I nodded because my mouth was covered in duct tape. She turned it up a little and turned on the light. She took of her ninja mask and loked at me for a second so I could see her. She had almost black hair and dark green eyes. She ripped off my duct tape and narroed her eyes at me. "So," she said, "How'd ya get the black eyes?"

"Betting," I said with a smile.

"Aren't you freeked out that your about to get killed?"

"Not really. I'm used to it. Aren't you freeked out I'm not free ked out?"

"I'm definitely not used to it," she said as she got her knife ready.

"Have you killed people before?"

"Plenty of times,"

"Your name?"

She turned around and paused, "Jackey," she finally said, "Your name?"

"Apollo," I said.

"The god, right?"

I nodded, "You know, your not what I would expect out of a killer honestly,"

"Your not what I would expect from a victim either,"

"What are you gonna do first to me? I won't scream so the cops don't find out,"

"That depends, what place hurts the most?"

I pointed to my upper thigh and without a word she stabed exactly where I pointed.

Suddenly I geared a knock at the door.

"Crap!" She wisper yelled, "Be quiet,"

A few minutes later she came running downstairs. "It's the fuzz! They want to investegate!"