Chapitre 1: Chapter 1
[First Person]
Life Sucks the same thing over and over again, nothing ever changes. Nothing great I wish something interesting would happen in my life.
The only things that saved me were anime, manga, manhwa, novels, books, and movies. It's not like I was some bum who just stayed inside his home all day and did nothing. I was a great son to my parents I finished high school but we didn't have enough to go to college so that wasn't on the to-do list.
I worked as a bartender and made drinks for people, it was an easy job since the man who ran the place was looking for employees and was willing to teach as you did the job. I had a good reputation in the bar since my drinks were always great and made quickly plus when people came to drown themselves in liquor they tended to need a person to rant to and I was the guy to go to since I could sympathise with them.
As I was walking home listening to Lil Uzi on my earpods I heard a loud crash in an alley nearby and was about to go to investigate but as a black man I asked myself "Is this really what I should do in this situation", and as I was about to leave I heard screaming from a female voice and rough voice trying to quiet down the female.
"Quiet bitch no one is gonna hear you, all I wanna hear is you moaning my name when I'm done with you."
I know that one of the rules on the streets is to mind your business if it doesn't concern you but the fact that this man is about to rape a female is something I can't let happen, imagine that's your sister what would you do and with that, I rushed to the scene and what I saw was a big fat old man pushing himself on a female student with him starting to unzip his pants.
As I saw this I was livid all I could see was red I looked around and found a wooden bat on the floor and picked it up. I snuck up behind him and hit him behind the back of his head and the bat shattered on impact and all I saw was him take a knee and hold the back of his bleeding head.
I yelled out "Run" and the girl woke up from her daze and started to run I followed behind her feeling the rush from the adrenaline pulsing through my veins but halfway down the block I felt a pain in my back I had never felt before and as I look back I see the same guy from the alley with 1911 in his hands and his enraged face and I look down and I see a whole through my stomach.
I fall back and the pain increases with the impact of the hard concrete floor I saw the man walking up to me with the gun to my body and he said "Any last words"
Being the cocky motherfucker I am with a smirk on my face I raise my hand and flip him off and mutter "Fuck you pig"
The man was beyond pissed his veins were bulging which was surprising since the fact this man was one cheeseburger away from 300 pounds, the man just started emptying the clip on me over and over till darkness took me.
To be continued...
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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