Hey guys. I know i said I was gonna make part pt 2 to my first story, but I was like hella busy, so I decided to write this. It was originally my cousin's story, but i tricked it out and made it longer, but it's still pretty short. so give credit to him (even though you don't know him) Oh yeah and this doesn't fall under any show game, or whatever, it's original. (from my cousin + edits)
The day. The day I was going to do it. The day I was going to meet her. The day got ruined by a little shortcut.
5pm. I walked down the street waiting almost there. I need to get there first. To surprise her. I had everything planned. Get a table at her favorite restaurant, surprise her with flowers. But I was late. Too late. Bad time to be out. Alone. So I take a shortcut down the alley. To the bad territory. "It can't be that bad." I tell myself. Then I see them, hoods, masks, and crowbars. They see me in my nice outfit with her flowers. I try to run, but they chase me to the back alley. Then the first hit. I'm still conscious, but dizzy. I reach and touch my lip. Blood. Suddenly, I fling my leg around and forward and hit the guy in the face. He stumbles back and tells his other guys to get back, then pulls out a pistol. "crap." I say to myself. I dodge out of the way just in time, and he hits the dumpster behind me. I leap forward off the dumpster and kick him in the head again. He falls down and trips the others. A few of them get up and run at me. I jump off the wall behind me and onto a window sill. All I have to protect me are the flower pots from the person's house- "wait!" I think, as I taunt the masked men down below. Another pulls out a gun and starts shooting at me. He hits the pot and it shatters into pieces. I grab the sharpest piece i can find and jump at him. I land on his shoulders and stab him in the neck. He falls down dead. The rest charge at me and start beating me up. Suddenly, a siren wails in the background. The cops. all the guys run away and I'm left standing there in my torn up suit with dead flowers and a bloody piece of ceramic.
I clear up what happened with the cops, and ran to the restaurant as fast as i could, but by the time I got there it was empty and the lights were off. Dang it. I don't know how long I was gone, but it was long enough that she never talked to me again. I guess it was important to her too.