LatinCockharder
Really Experienced
- Joined
- Jan 31, 2004
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Cold and wet New York Citys streets under me, the rain pouring down on my back as I start to wake up. I couldn’t remember how long I was out. ‘Uuuuuungh.’ I moan, trying to get back to my feet. I start coughing and put my hand to my mouth and I feel a thick liquid hit my hand. Blood. My blood. I turn over to my back and feel the cold wetness penetrate through my leather overcoat and through the battered brown suit pants. The thunder above crackles harder, rain falls faster and the wind picks up even more, pushing me, almost urging me to move, but I can barley stand. I get to one knee and as I try to stand on it, ‘AH!’ the sharp pain hits me by surprise, almost like being stabbed in the back by your best friend.
‘KRACKOOM!’
The sudden explosion from above me and behind hit me like a rude awakening. It all starts coming back slowly. All of it as I stare up and see 4 windows high atop on the 7th floor of a building I couldn’t remember right now… burn eagerly, wanting to meet the storm outside.
I was in an alley.
The water rains down on me, hitting me faster, colder.
I was in trouble.
Taking every last ounce of strength left in me away. I felt death approaching.
I was dieing.
I could see his silloutte approaching me. An upside down figure walking towards me from the end of the filthy New York alley in lower Manhattan…
I was blind.
I didn’t see him coming…
‘Don’t move Styles.’ He said in a cold raspy old mans voice.
I couldn’t.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t.
For you to understand, I’ll have to take you back 6 months ago. Back when the storm started…
PLEASE! FEEDBACK! CRITIZE ME!
‘KRACKOOM!’
The sudden explosion from above me and behind hit me like a rude awakening. It all starts coming back slowly. All of it as I stare up and see 4 windows high atop on the 7th floor of a building I couldn’t remember right now… burn eagerly, wanting to meet the storm outside.
I was in an alley.
The water rains down on me, hitting me faster, colder.
I was in trouble.
Taking every last ounce of strength left in me away. I felt death approaching.
I was dieing.
I could see his silloutte approaching me. An upside down figure walking towards me from the end of the filthy New York alley in lower Manhattan…
I was blind.
I didn’t see him coming…
‘Don’t move Styles.’ He said in a cold raspy old mans voice.
I couldn’t.
Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t.
For you to understand, I’ll have to take you back 6 months ago. Back when the storm started…
PLEASE! FEEDBACK! CRITIZE ME!
