There was almost no one in the Pop Shop and it was almost closing time. I grabbed the broom and began to sweep away all the fries from under the booths and tables.

Music played softly as I put all the chairs upside down on the tables and then the bell on the door rang. "Sorry we're closed," I said not looking up. But then instead of soft walking I heard violent running toward me.

I looked up to see two men, one in a jacket and one in a suit, run toward me. I froze. What do I do? Sweep them to death? I tried to hit the blond one with the broom but he grabbed it from me and hit me in the head.

I tripped and fell and the one with black hair bent down to look me in the eyes. "This the one?" Asked the blond one from behind me.

The one with black hair grabbed my name tag. "John?" He read,"Yeah it's him." He went into his pocket and grabbed brass knuckles but they were shining gold.

Blond, we'll call this one, grabbed me and held my arms behind me but he was the only reason I was standing. Everything was dizzy and I couldn't see straight.

Black looked me in the face and fixed my glasses so I could see him, "Hey," he said trying to get my attention but I couldn't concentrate. He slapped me, "Hey!" He yelled.

I'm gonna die. Right here. In a freaking soda store. In this stupid uniform. I can see the head lines now. "Man found dead in a stupid uniform."

I blinked until I could see him and looked him in the eyes. He grabbed my face. "Listen to me loud and clear Johnny boy."

Why does everyone call me Johnny boy? "John. Just John."

Black smirked as he went into his back pocket an pulled out a switch blade. He pushed the button and the blade showed itself. "Listen Just John," he brought the blade closer to me and I tried to back away but Blond was holding me. "I'd fucking murder you right now if I didn't have dinner reservations." Black grabbed my hair and pressed the blade to my neck. "Stay the fuck away from Sherlock." He slid the knife down and it cut my neck and it started to stream blood and I screamed in fear and pain.

He brought the blade to my hair and cut off the bit that he was holding. He let it fall and I don't think I've ever been so scared for my life.

He put the knife away and then looked at the golden knuckles. He brought his fist up then he punch me straight in the stomach. I coughed as Blond held me in place. He punched me again and again. Alternating between bare fist and golden. I coughed up blood and couldn't catch my breath, Blond threw me to the ground and I tried to breath.

"Seb," said Black, "Be a dear and grab me a soda." Blond, Seb, walked over to the soda and grabbed one for Black. "Really, I'm only worth a diet cola to you?" He grabbed it and tossed it to the side and it crashed spilling soda all over. Seb grabbed a different soda. "Aww that's better. Get me a straw too?" Black smiled. Seb sighed but did it anyway. "You're such a doll," Black took Seb's hand and the two walked out as if they just left a date.