This is a Hunter x Hunter fanfic, that has nothing to do with the main plot
Aaron was walking in the dark corner of LinRin City. It was quiet, dark and would give any claustrophobic person a panic attack. He was holding something in his hand, cluching it as though it was the only thing that mattered to him in this world. He looked both ways down the alley, then he waited. Sweat poured from his body until finally, he heard steps. He smiled and stepped toward the shadowy figure approaching him.
"You got what I wanted?" he asked with his mouth watering
"Depends, do you have the money?" The shadowy figure asked
Aaron showed what was in his hand, a few hundred jenny. The figure, satisfied, then reached into his pocket, pulling out what looked like a few pills.
"Now, don't take too much of it" The figure said snickering
Aaron grabbed it and drooled, this was what he lived for.
Then, for Aaron, the world went black
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Zorin was in shock. One of his frequent customers was lying on the floor with a hole in his chest. It had come out of nowhere. He started to sweat profusely. He knew dealing drugs was a dangerous business, but after he had gotten his hands on the drugs the biggest gang in LinRin City had, he could not resist on the get-rich-quick idea. And now, it was coming back to haunt him. He looked around frantically, wondering who did it.
"Zorin Arksbane, cashier as the local Sub King and member of the "We Love Puppies" Movement, how are you"
Zorin heart was beating as fast as the fastest runner in the world and the voice he was hearing wasn't making it better.
"Who's there?" he shouted, "I have a gun!"
"Yah see, that would be intimidating, if not for the fact that its unloaded and only for show," the voice said calmly "And really, who is going to take you seriously. 'I have a gun!' That's the best you could come up with?
Zorin was thinking. He looked for a way out, but didn't think there was one. The exit was right there, but he couldn't bring himself to go.
"Now for the main reason I'm here. You realize you are trespassing on Finire territory by dealing drugs. Normally, we'd let you off with a warning and tell you to give a tenth of your profits to us and in return we give you some drugs. That would be the case. But, seeing that you are selling stolen property off of us, you need to pay somehow. So, give me all your money. I can let you off as a permitted drugger."
Zorin was, however, stubborn about money. "Yes, I'll give you the money, just come here, please" Zorin was happy that the knife he had hidden in his coat wasn't mentioned. All he had to do was wait.
"So that's your decision"
Zorin felt the world then slowly go black as he realized he was stabbed with his own knife and all he could do was see a glimpse of the voices true form. A true god of death.