Prolog:
Theme of this short story is psychological drama. The main character is a fear ridden gangster.
I glance around fearing the same fate as my friends. I still see it at night when I close my eyes I see them smile ling at me with that blood curdling smile as they skin my friends. As they turn to me my eyes snap open. The others and the Boss think I'm just paranoid but I know what I saw and frankly it scares me. An I have seen and done a lot of things I'm not proud of but for me to get scared it takes a lot. I-I am scare of what they might do but they can't get me If I'm in area's with a lot of people…But I would be able to tell if I seen them.. I'm almost to the 'company' now. I ask my boss for time off to go to the military for training so I'll be physically fit when I come back then I'm going to the underground to learn how to grapple different fighting styles. He's says yes because I have 5 years of vacation saved up and he wants me to use them cause I've been here 10-15 years, well since the beginning anyway .plus I told him to call me if there's any trouble. I decided to skip out on the military it would take to long now that I think about it and I don't have that kind of time. I decided I'm going to train all over the world mastering different styles. I have to keep looking over my shoulder more than usual and the Boss noticed it and tells me not to come back until I stop. But its impossible not after I've seen them an know what they can do and frankly I'm not match…I think I can get help…..I just hope I can survive that long…