Run Piper Run
Disclaimer: I don't own no one or Charmed.
Author's Note: It's AU people so that means no powers, no Paige ( I really like her though so no offense Paige fans), and Patty and Prue are alive and kickin'. This story is inspired from Run Lola Run. A fantastic film. One last thing please take time out to review. Thank you and enjoy.
A young man dressed in black pant and a tight grey shirt showing off his fantastic figure with a black jacket on top stepped out of his girl friend's apartment... urgently.
"I'm going to be late! Damn it, Fuck... their going to kill me," He said right before he started to run.
With the handsome young man was a black plastic bag used to contain massive amounts of garbage. The only thing was he wasn't carrying garbage instead he was carrying a thousand dollars cash. The young man was a 'delivery boy' so to speak. The middle man. His job was to retrieve money from his bosses' clients and bring it at the end of the week in front of Wally's Market Place.
'Fuck I'm a dead man' He had exactly twenty minutes before he was officially late. He started to run faster. Twenty minutes before his bosses would beat the shit out of him and leave him for dead. Only his bosses won't stop there, they'll go after his girlfriend. The only person that actually gave a damn about him. They only person that was his family.
The young man turned the corner of the city building. He wasn't looking where he was going. He didn't see the homeless man. Even if he did see the bum there was no time to stop. It was all happening so fast.
Thump
"What the fu- hey old man, watch were your going," shouted the young man angrily.
"I'm sorry just don't hurt me," whimpered the fragile man.
"Ah for fucks sakes where's my bag?"
"..."
"I found my bag you waste of air"
"Sir-" the homeless man didn't get the attention of the young man. He took off running again before the homeless man could tell him that...
"...You took the wrong bag."
The poor old man opens the bag to reveal its contents. A huge smile came upon his face showing what few teeth he had.
' Ten minutes to spare. I'm one lucky bastard!' The lucky young man panted while he opened his bag. By the looks of his face he wasn't so lucky any more.
He screamed.
"This is it. This is how I'm was going to die," he whispered towards the heavens.
The young man hurriedly pulled out his cell phone and began dialing.