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Damn, Not Again!

Ch. 4

I' was the bigges' starin' showdown of m'life.

This guy could kill me a hundred differen' ways if he fel' like i', I could see i' in th'scars on 'is back.

Why was he hesita'in'?

"I half expected a somewhat experienced thief such as yourself to be out of here by now." he said, throwin' my arm away from 'im in disgus' and casually ge''in' t'is fee'. I struggled t'mine, picking glass ou' of m'knee. There would have t'be stitches.

Damn.

Once standin', I gave him the mos' witherin' glare I could muster, which, considerin' how much of a mess I was, wasn' very intimida'in'.

"Sorry I don' meet yer expectations." I spa', angrily. He seemed amused. "Where's m'kit?"

"Your what?" he asked, entertained by m'accen'. I glowered a' him.

"My Kit." I said, slowly, articula'ly. He raised an eyebrow. "M'bag!" I yelled. "The one ye stole and took the Novocain from! Where is i'?"

He was silen' for a long time, sizin' me up, as i' were. And then he took a step t'wards me. Steppin' back quickly, I readied myself for a figh', bu' he smirked a' my assumption and stepped pas' me t'wards the door. I watched him warily, followin' cautiously in case he tried somethin'.

While he didn' try t' attack me, he did make sure tha' I was as on edge as he wanted me t'be. I was too busy makin' sure he wasn' abou' t'kill me tha' I didn' once turn t'look a' where I was.

I imagine he has tha' effect on ev'ryone he meets.

Damn.

He picked up m'bag and held i' ou' t'me. Not comeple'ly a' arms length, which mean' tha' I'd be enterin' his space in order t' retrieve i'. Tha' wasn' somethin' I was comfor'able with, bu' i' was my bag. I'd go''en i' from my mum, and seein' as I'd already lost dad's knife, I migh' as well take the chance.

Spendin' as li''le time in his bubble as was humanly possible, I took the bag and backed away, slingin' i' over one shoulder.

"And the fron' door?" I asked, archin' an eyebrow. He looked a' me strangely, and I fel' the adrenaline rush back inte m'system. Wasn' he goin' t' le' me go?

"Ask me politely." he said, suddenly. I could hear the amusemen' in his voice. After a momen' or two of the mos' eye burnin' glare I could aim his way, I gri''ed my teeth.

"Please direc' me t' the neares' exi'." I growled. He laughed. Act'lly laughed.

And I couldn' do anathin' abou' i'.

Damn.

And then, before I knew wha' hi' me, I was unconscious again.

Damn.