Shinn was pissed. He didn't want to get up today. He wanted to spend the day in bed where he could dream peacefully. Nice and warm in his comforter and a soft, squishy pillow under his head and another in a tight grip in his arms. But of course fate wouldn't let someone have a wonderful time on her watch. Oh no, she would not have that. So instead his mother barged in his room and started to bark at him.
In the end, after four weeks, he was up wearing a black suit with a wine red Oxford shirt underneath it and a black satin tie. His right ear was studded with various silver metal earrings all the way up the ear lobe. His crimson eyes were the color of blood and his hair the sleek color of black with a tinge of deep purple. His cuffs were rolled up to his elbows and he wore black knee high combat boots, which offset the business look. He was your average sixteen year old male.
He was just out on his lunch break from a part time temp agency. The job bored him. He wanted nothing to do with it but his mother had forced him too. He was after all nothing but a college drop out. It was not that he didn't understand he just didn't care. He never cared. About anything. About anyone. Not even his own life really. He had always been like that. Not that he had a problem with that, but most of the time other people did. And yet he didn't care.
Some people would call him a pessimistic and some would call him a sadistic, but it never bothered him. He would smile and nod saying that they were right. And then walk off like they never talked. He had been a wild, rebellious little child. Always defiant in some way possible. Never respecting anyone or giving a damn about their 'feelings'. He was strong, well-built, very well read and educated, it was just his discipline and attitude that kept him down. So now he has to work as a filer in some stuffy cubical land with people and their weird quirks and their as strange personalities. Now he didn't mind the pay, twelve fifty for five hours of work three days a week. He enjoyed that part.
He pushed all his thoughts as he walked towards his favorite ice cream shop about three blocks away from his work in the busy city. Nothing out of the normal. People walking to and fro in their busy lives. Just the typical city life.
He wasn't really paying attention until he ran into a slightly older man. His amethyst eyes looked warily down at him and then they shifted over to check something. The eyes went back to him and a hand reached out to help him up. "Sorry 'bout that. Wasn't really looking where I was going."
Shinn took the hand and was instantly pulled up. He dusted himself off and shrugged slightly. "It doesn't matter."
The brown haired man in front of him patted his back and as he walked away Shinn swore he could hear the guy whisper under his breath, "Not for you is doesn't, kid."
Shinn had chills go up his spine, but paid no heed to it. He walked on a bit more until he heard a rumbling noise coming from under him. He stopped to see the ground crack and shake as it slowly gave way to what appeared to be train tracks and a collapsed road way leading straight at him.
He straightened up and saw the headlights of the subway come at him. He made no move to run and no sign of fear was on his face, instead a smirk like that which would appear after some ironic news was given to you. "Oh shit…" He managed to say as he was crushed instantly by the speeding vehicle.
I am considering a beta reader for this one. Job discribtion: must be leveled headed but still humorous, spontanious and full of twists, funny enough to keep me awake, must be sarcastic, doesn't matter age, gender, or anything else really, must at least go on the internet to read summaries on 'Dead Like Me' the TV series, and must know how to make a good virtural cup of coffee.
