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The moon shone down on the quiet streets of Cajus, in the year of 2024, and a man named Royce, an 18 year-old with maroon hair and deep violet eyes, strode tensely across the narrow alleyways of Horton Crescent. He had taken the backstreets on the advice of a seemingly friendly man with a loose-fitting shirt and sanded jeans, but by now he was beginning to doubt his choice… He continued to make his way along the alleyways that riddled the city, and was just starting to relax when a red car came screaming around the corner. At first Royce just moved to hug the wall- this sort of speeding happened all the time in this section of town. Then, as he took a cursory look, he saw a pistol aimed out the side window...
At him.
It all happened very quickly then. Royce ducked down into a small side street- he had no other choice. If he stood still he was dead. As if to prove his point a bullet slammed into the wall next to his ear as he turned the corner. The shrapnel stung his cheek. He ran faster yet.
He screeched to a stop as a brick wall loomed from the shadows. Resigning himself to the pain that would surely follow, he could only hope that death would be quick. The red car turned the corner at a leisurely pace- They obviously knew the streets. The headlights were turned off, and the car became only visible as a faint silhouette in the darkness. Royce trembled in fear. The car doors opened, and two burly men stepped out. Royce recognized one as the 'friendly' man from the street. This whole thing had been a setup. But why?
The first man had huge muscles and by the looks of it, his attitude was rough. He glared at Royce, took out his pistol and pointed it right at his chest.
"The fuck you doing here?" said the man, going right up into his face, "You know, you fuckers usually just back off of our territory, but you're one of the first to be stupid enough to try and spy on us right here in our territory." He emphasized the word 'spy' by twisting the barrel of the pistol into Royce's chest. It hurt. But what had he meant by spy?
The first guy stared at him closely.
"Hey Gibs! Look at the asshole! He doesn't even have a fucking gang!" the member called over his shoulder.
The two guys chuckled as Royce just stared in fear.
"Well then lets not keep this kid waiting. Let's beat the shit out of him first. Then after lets kill him." said Gibs.
"Sounds good to me," said Max. Max removed his pistol from Royce's ribs, and both men flipped their pistols, ready to pistol-whip him to within an inch of his life.
Royce backed up and hit the brick wall, without hope. He had no way out of this, of surviving this encounter. But suddenly out of the shadows came out a mysterious man.
Royce was too surprised to have even the slightest glimmer of hope. Then the man brought up a modified semi-automatic and strafed the alley. Everyone hit the floor.
Not everyone hit the floor alive.