4. Dark.
The room was shadowed. Occasionally a car would drive by, making stripes wander across the wall, illuminating cigarette smoke and a small figure splattered in blood. His red hair paled in the gloom, and the cigarette was again brought to his lips. A PHS rang, a jaunty little tune that was out of place.
"Yo." a pause. "No. it was here. I got it, it's on it's way." an inhalation and a sigh. The other end went dead and he closed the phone. A soft glow died as the man put out his cigarette.
"Rest in peace, yo." and the young man left with just a little more darkness in his heart and a little more blood on his hands.
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This was short, just my idea on what a night after a job would look like. Reno's fun to get into when I'm in a pissy mood!