Jon scoped out the local corner liquor store for a while from his car. It would be the first liquor store he looked to rob from since he didn't think about robbing a bank. As nice as it sounded, he didn't need that much money. A liquor store would do. He just needed enough to buy food to put into his stomach so that he wouldn't go to bed hungry tonight is all. He learned to survive by doing whatever he had to to make it in this cold world. He looked over into the passenger seat at the black mask and gun he had brought. Reaching over, he grabbed the mask and stuffed it into his back pocket then put the gun in between in his pants. Jon got out of his car and walked quickly to the liquor that was across the street. Luckily there was a couple of people on the street so Jon didn't have to worry about too many eyeballs on him. He glanced inside of the store as he pulled out his mask and placed it over his head after looking around him once more. The liquor store seemed to be empty aside from the cashier inside but regardless, Jon would have to make this quick. He pulled out his gun, took a deep breath, then swung the door open and pointed the gun at the cashier.

"Give me all of the fucking money in the register now! And don't you even think about pushing that button under the counter or I will shoot your damn fingers off!" Jon screamed.

The cashier didn't say anything as he whipped out a bag, opened the register, and stuffed the money into the bag. He knew things would definitely go smoother if he would just cooperate with the person who was robbing him. He slid the bag of money towards Jon and backed up.

"Thank you, sir," Jon said as he ran out of the liquor store.

He was sure the cashier pressed the button to alert the police so he knew he had to get the hell away from the place as soon as possible. Jon swung his door open, threw the money in the car along with the gun, got in, and started the engine. Closing his door, he did a u-turn and drove off back home as quickly as he could. He yanked the mask off of his head and tossed it into the passenger seat as well. Hearing sirens nearby, he took a detour to his apartment so that he wouldn't risk running into the police. He was speeding and he would definitely give himself away. Jon began to do the speed limit down the street and double checked his rear view mirror to make sure no one was following him.

Jon pulled into his apartment complex and drove to his parking space in front of his place. He didn't live in the fanciest of areas of course but it wasn't too bad. He was probably the most dangerous person in the entire complex given his past and the fact that he just robbed a liquor store. Jon turned off his car, put the gun in his pocket, hid his mask in the glove department, and grabbed the bag of money and got out of his car then locked it. Good thing it was dark outside so that no one would see what he had in the bag. Jon walked to his apartment and took out his key from his pocket to unlock the door. He slammed the door and locked it before kicking off his shoes and jacket. Turning on the lamp, he sat down on the couch and dumped the money on his table and began to count the cash.

He counted $568 in cold cash and smiled to himself. He took his cell phone out of his hoodie and dialed the number to Pizza Hut and ordered some hot wings and coke for himself.

"Not gonna go hungry tonight," Jon sang to himself as he hung up the phone.

Jon laid on the couch, putting his hands behind his head, and kicking his feet up.

He had planned on robbing another store as he was feeling very good about this one. Or robbing someone. Didn't matter.


Scoping out an alleyway, Jon parked his car across the street from the alleyway and waited for someone to walk through. A buffet had a backdoor that led out to the alleyway and some employees would throw away boxes and trash in the dumpster outside. Since Jon didn't want to rob another store, robbing someone tonight would have to do for now. The lights in the buffet dimmed and the red open sign was cut off for the night. Jon waited a while since there was quite a few employees leaving the restaurant from the entrance and the back.

It seemed that everyone had finally left since no one else was leaving the place. As Jon was about to turn his car on to leave, someone stepped outside with two trash bags in their hands. Jon took his hand off of his keys then stepped out of the car, putting his mask on. He quickly ran to the alleyway and walked up to the unsuspecting person. He took his gun out of his pocket and pointed it at the man.

"Give me your money and don't make a scene about this either," he said.

The man dropped the second trash bag he was going to throw in the dumpster.

"Hey man, don't hurt me. I have a pregnant girlfriend at home, man!" he said.

"Just cough up some cash and you'll get back to her with no problem," Jon said.

Someone else walked out of the backdoor and saw what was going on. He was brave and bold as he approached Jon.

"Hey, asshole! Back the fuck off!" he said.

"Get out of my way," Jon said.

"No," he said. "Chris, call the police. I'm not afraid of you."

"You're bold," Jon said. "I will give you that. But don't be a hero. Move the fuck out of my way."

"Make me."

Jon punched the second guy in the mouth, sending him to the ground then grabbed the other employee and held the gun to his face. The employee quickly took out his wallet and handed Jon the cash with a shaky head.

"Wise choice," Jon said.

All of a sudden, he was tackled to the ground by the second employee he had punched. Jon's gun fell out of his hand and skidded across the hard rocky pavement. He put up his arms as he defend himself from the blows of the guy who he had punched.

"ASSHOLE!" he screamed at Jon.

Jon quickly overpowered the man and flipped him over onto his back. He started punching him in the mouth making him bleed profusely. The other man, Chris, had put Jon in a headlock and yanked him off of his friend.

"I got him, Phil!" he said.

Jon pushed Chris back to the wall hard and scratched at his arms from around his neck.

Phil lunged at Jon and hit him in the mouth again. Jon slammed Chris against the wall once again and finally broke free of his grasp. Phil tackled Jon to the ground again and started to hit him again. Defending himself with one arm, Jon tried to reach for his pocketknife in his pocket but to no avail. He kicked Phil off of him and finally got it out of his pocket. When Phil came at him again, Jon ended up stabbing him in the neck to defend himself. Phil staggered backwards and fell to his knees before falling dead on the ground.

His friend Chris looked at the horror in front of him as he looked back up at Jon.

Jon looked at the dead body on the ground before looking back up at the man staring at him. Shaking his head, Jon turned, grabbed his gun, and ran right back to his car. Everything seemed to be a blur to him as him as he quickly got back into his car and drove off to his apartment. He didn't care about any speed limit on the roads nor did he care about the fact he was driving through residential areas to get to where he was going.

He was glad to see his apartment complex and almost hit another car parked next to his parking space when he parked his car.

He got out of his car and ran to his apartment. Looking over his shoulders as he fiddled around with his keys, he dropped them and yelled out "SHIT! FUCK!" before picking them up and finally inserting the lock into the key to unlock his door. He slammed the door behind him and locked it.

Making his way to the bathroom in the dark, he felt around for the light switch and flicked it on. Yanking the mask off, Jon took a long hard look at himself in the mirror as he tried to slow down his breathing.

His blue eyes were wide and wild, his brown sandy curly hair drenched with sweat. When he wiped the sweat off of his brow, he saw that he was wiping some of the blood from the dead man he had killed not to long ago. Jon turned on the faucet and pumped a bunch of soap into his hands then vigorously washed the blood off of his hands. The dark red water danced right on the down the faucet, the blood of the victim leaving Jon's hands. Jon wiped the blood off of his brow then turned the faucet off. He grabbed a towel off of the bathroom rack above his toilet and dried his hands and wiped the sweat off of his face.

All of sudden, Jon lifted the toilet seat and threw up. He wiped his mouth with some tissue, threw it in the toilet, and flushed it. He laid down on the floor of the bathroom and looked up at the ceiling.

Even though he robbed from people, was charged with aggravated assault, committed theft and burglary countless times, never before did he ever think he would end up killing someone. He didn't mean to, hell he didn't want to, but he had to defend himself. If that man he murdered had a wife, husband, girlfriend, boyfriend, children, nieces, nephews, grandparents, great-grandparents, just a loving family, they would definitely miss him. Of course, they wouldn't forgive him for taking the life of their loved one but he didn't mean to. He was defending himself, that was what he was doing. Everything he did was wrong but he had to make it somehow.

He would have to lay low for a while so that he could get his head straight and not run into anymore problems. He slowly got back up, pulled back the curtains to the shower, and turned the knobs. Taking off his clothes, Jon grabbed a face towel and got into the shower. He scrubbed himself clean and also washed his hair. He let the water rush down his face as his mind kept replaying the events of the night.

He then turned off the shower and stepped out. Drying himself off, Jon went to his room, turned on the light, and slipped on some boxers and sweats. Turning off his light, he went to sit down on the edge of his bed before slowly lying under the covers, pulling them up to his neck. Tears slowly fell down his face as he looked up towards the ceiling. If only he could reverse back time and prevent the murder from happening, he would. But he can't. No one can change the past, no matter how hard they think about how the past could've been different. He didn't know what else to do besides cry at the moment. Of course, someone like him didn't deserve to cry but there was a lot of remorse for what had happened.

The silence in the room was welcoming for Jon and and he could feel himself getting sleepy. After a while, Jon finally managed to close his eyes and fall asleep.