Lincoln walked down the street, passing by the house of Mr. Grouse who was sleeping in his chair, snoring. He continued walking in the direction of Chandler's house while zipping up his coat.
On the way, he happened to pass the crashed bus against the tree, Ernie's dead body was still inside. Another thing Lincoln despised about this place. The cops were just as useless and corrupt as every other fuck that lives in this hell hole. They couldn't even be bothered to deal with this crime scene? would Ernie just remain here until enough complaints are sent in about the smell? Pathetic. A pathetic city full of pathetic people. He needed to get money to leave this place. There was no future for him or anyone in this shithole.
Lincoln reached the end of another block and turned into Chandler's neighborhood. He looked over at Chandler's house, frowning as he noticed all the lights were out. Was he not home? if not, where could the bastard have gone? Lincoln walked slowly up to the house, peeking through the windows to see if there was any sign of life inside. Lincoln walked back down the path, thinking to himself as to where Chandler could be. After giving it some thought, Lincoln pulled out his phone and dialed Clyde again.
"Hey, Clyde, I need you to tell me where you were when you got jumped."
"Man, that fucker got me while I was trying to sell the stuff in the alley near the retirement home. That old bitch Scoots always buys at least one bag, the old meth addict."
"Hm..." Lincoln thought about possible nearby locations that Chandler would be at.
"..The Graveyard," Lincoln said out loud. "The Graveyard is close by since it saves a long journey when one of the residents passes away. Thanks, Clyde." Lincoln hung up the phone and began his walk.
Half an hour later, Lincoln arrived at the graveyard and gave a sigh as he spotted Chandler and his other two friends resting on nearby gravestones, snorting meth. "Son of a bitch."
"Hey!" Lincoln shouted as he walked over. "You fuckers have got ten seconds to give me money or else I'll beat it out of you."
Chandler who still had trouble talking due to the incident earlier in the day stood behind his two friends. "What the fuck are you doing here?! Oh.. don't tell me you and... Ha! YOU and Clyde are the ones selling? And here we thought Clyde had bought it from someone. You want money so badly? Then come and take it, cocksucker." Chandler said as he sent his two friends toward Lincoln.
Lincoln let out an irritated huff as he walked up to the two, quickly kicking one in the kneecap making them fall to the ground while elbowing the other in the chin. The one on the floor quickly got to his knees and punched Lincoln in the ribs, causing him to let out a gasp. Before he could make it back to his feet, however, Lincoln kicked him in the throat, leaving him rolling around on the floor gasping for air as he clutched his throat. The remaining friend of Chandler took a swing at Lincoln's temple but he managed to duck and punch him in the stomach, making him double over. Lincoln quickly finished him off with another elbow to the back of the head, knocking him to the ground and holding his stomach and head.
"Last chance you fuck. Give me your money or I'll leave you a bloody crying mess." Lincoln threatened as he walked over.
"Hey, hey! just calm down alright? I'll give you what you want." Chandler pleaded as he slowly reached into his pocket. "I got it right... HERE!" Chandler had pulled out a pocket knife and swung it at Lincoln's face.
Lincoln backed away just in time to avoid it but tripped and fell to the ground, hitting his head hard enough to make his vision blurry for a moment.
Chandler dived on top of him, trying to drive the knife into his stomach. Despite his vision blurred, Lincoln kicked Chandler off and quickly got back up himself. He charged at Chandler and tackled him into a nearby gravestone which broke. Both of them lay on the ground again, the knife having been dropped in the mayhem. Lincoln's vision cleared and he wrapped his arms around Chandler's neck, trying to choke him unconscious. Chandler responded by stomping on Lincoln's foot, forcing him to release the hold as Chandler proceeded to bend down and grab a handful of dirt which he threw into Lincoln's eyes.
blinded, Lincoln stumbled around and tripped to the ground. He could hear Chandler approaching him from behind while he fumbled around. He considered trying to make a run for it to escape before he felt his hand touch something. As he wiped his eyes clear with his right hand, he grabbed the object with his left as he turned, and threw it in Chandler's direction.
Everything had gone silent for a moment before a thud. Lincoln spent a moment clearing out his eyes, listening for Chandler's presence. When his eyes were clear, he saw a site that was burned into his brain for life. The object he had thrown at Chandler was the pocket knife. The pocket knife which had now pierced Chandler's throat, leaving him spluttering blood for a few moments before going silent. Dead.
