After Dark
Chapter 1: A Cold Day in Hell
It being a bastard cold winter night, I and my fellow "colleagues" didn't even know if we wanted a taste of the good ol' ultra violence. There was me Sean with a smirk on my face and an eyebrow cocked at all times. I was the leader of us and I was the cunning and stealthy one. There was Stout, the biggest of our men. As his name suggests he is quite stout, he was quite dim, but good for smashing doors or crushing sculls. There was Whiz, the only of the four of us that had completed high school he was a genius among us all. Mostly there as are whipping boy for the insults and all that cal'. He was useful for law and picking locks, that Stout was unable to break. Then there was Paul, being a bit of an outsider, Paul was not special for anything, other than being there. We walked out into the icy air our breath was easily seen. We started to hear singing:
"Come back me darlin' the skies are not blue, they will stay forever grey without you." We all looked at each other with a wicked smile, and walked toward the grody sound.
Our shadows stretched as we walked towards the dovotcha. He sat there under a street light singing his grody song. The drunken bastard sat there surrounded by bottles with a torn up plecho he was wearing.
"Eh! Look at the little one crying all boo-hoo-hoo!" Laughed Stout.
"Looks like we got a bit of a baby ere' eh!" Smirked Whiz
"Just kill me if your going to do it you black hearted bastards!" yelled the man.
"Oh," I said, "Killing you would be sooo dissatisfying…" I whispered with a smile.
With that, I kicked him all nice and lovely in his plecho. He began crying all boo-hoo-hoo. We all started kicking him, Stout stomped him hard in the stomach, causing him to vomit up what looked like beer and blood. We continued to kick him until it was not blood and beer, but only blood coming out of his mouth. We began to laugh. He lied there griping in pain. I pulled out my cutthroat and kneeled myself next to him. I stroked it across his cheek. I went up behind him and put my left hand on his head and sat him up on his knees. I put on my cutthroat against his neck he was vomiting up blood and turned his head back, his eyes stared into mine. I slid my knife across with ease he gasped as the blood rushed from his neck and mouth. I let go of his head and he fell to his right. I put my knife away and walked off with my companions behind me, the man still bleeding and gasping.