Grey, that was his favorite color, that's how his life was, that's how this city was. Watching the tourists who only saw the outside of this hell hole, but inside of the joyful coat was a sickness growing by the minute, nothing was what it seemed, even in the safest of places Paris was dangerous.
Wednesdays were his favorite days, even though he hated all of them, but today was special, their class had gone to the Louvre for a field trip to see the Egyptian exhibit, but he knew everything bye heart, the name of the gods, the different pharaohs and so on, his best friend, Ash was the only company he had.
-God damn! This is boring, Ash you douche! You didn't tell me ur brought your phone!
-Ha good for you dumb-ass, next time Marc remember to bring ur own, shit! She's coming
- Boys
-yes ?
- Didn't I say no electronics what so ever?
-Oh you did? We must not have heard tha..
-Give me that
-Ha who's the dumb-ass now?
When they went out he noticed a silver rock barley slid under a limestone statue of king Tut, and like every smart 12 year old boys he picked it up.
At the end of the day, Marc walked a 20 minutes to his house which was in the 9th district of Paris which wasn't known to be the safest place in France, he was almost at the end of "Rue Robes-Pierre" when he was pushed in a back alley, the man was about 20 years old, he was African American with a bulky build but wasn't to much taller than Marc
-Hey kid for your sake you're gonna give me that bag
-And why should I do that A-hole?
-I wouldn't have done that if I were u
He pulled out a gray bowie knife and lunged on the kid. He didn't even feel the blade penetrate his stomach because of all the adrenaline pumping through his body, he looked down to see the red spots on his grey hoodie, his vision went blurry and then dark.