Chapter 12

I woke up shivering and covered with sweat. That was one of my least favorite nightmares. My hand unconsciously moved to feel the scars on my other hand. It always left me feeling empty inside. Made me realize once again that no one did care. It hurt. You know how people say you can't hurt in a dream? It's a lie. I can feel the pain every time. I can't forget. I shrugged off the memory of it, and checked the clock that was bolted to the wall. 4:32 am. Damn, I had slept a long time. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep so I decided to go outside and see if there was anyone outside who I could rob. Most times that I came out this early in the morning there was no one but runners. Runners don't carry their wallets with them, but every now and then there was some lunatic like me out there with money in their pockets just walking around.

I stepped outside and shivered a little at the semi-moist air. It was foggy, even better conditions to steal from people in, but most times no one wanted to walk around in it. I jogged down the streets looking for anyone to rob. On a back street there was a lady walking along, she looked quite out of place and I wondered briefly what she was out doing on the poor side of town. She had a purse on and I thought about what I wanted to do. Purses were harder to steal from, it was nearly impossible to rip it off someone's arm without causing a commotion and most times people would notice if you stuck your hand into their purse. I decided in the end that I needed the money so I crept up behind her and reached carefully into the purse, I pulled out the wallet gently and without too much noise. Just because I said it was hard doesn't mean I'm not damn good at it. I smiled and turned away stuffing the wallet in my pocket as I went.

Not two minutes after I robbed the lady, I heard a gunshot. I don't know why but I ran in the direction of the gunshot. I turned a corner and stopped and stared at the scene in front of me. A man who looked to be about twenty or twenty-one was standing near the body of the lady I had just robbed. The man was holding a gun over her body. She looked pretty dead. Blood was making a pool around her. I couldn't help it, I gasped in surprise. The man looked towards me, looked back at the lady and then did a double-take. Oh, shit!

"Hey!" the man yelled in a gruff voice. I jumped back around the corner and heard a bullet whiz by. Shit, oh shit, oh shit. Apparently the man didn't care if he killed one or two people this morning. I ran down random streets in complete panic mode. I had just seen a man who had killed a woman and had escaped before the man caught me. Shit. I could feel my heart jack- hammering in my chest. I turned another corner, and came face to face with the man. Fuck! Why do I always have such bad luck? The man grabbed me and pulled my back against his chest, I struggled until I felt the barrel of the gun against my head. Double fuck.

"Now hold still." This was pointless to say because I was already frozen. "You better not tell anyone about what you saw or when I get out, I'll find you and beat the shit out of you." OK, so maybe he did mind about who he killed. I thought about how the man had looked, yep, he could definitely beat the shit out of me.

"You not gonna tell anyone?" Pointless question. It's kinda hard to disagree with a gun to your head. I slowly nodded. He released me pushing me away from him. He stared at me for a second. Then he said, "What's your name?" I might have decided not to answer if the gun was not still pointed at me.

"Duo, Duo Maxwell." If only I could lie. That would have been a very good thing.

"If I go to jail, I'll hunt you down." He said. I turned to go. Then everything went black.

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