so far
if you want to listen to the music I was, this one was for the first half or so, and this song once the fighting starts.
There is just something about a good smoke on a cold night that never fails to warm me up, but jesus it’s cold out here. It’s just another night, another night to let the warm smoke fill my lungs and watch the snow fall from the sky. Not much light out, short of that from the bit of the moon getting through the clouds over head, and my cigarette of course.
The sound of footsteps radiate down the street.
“Hey boss!”
The familiar voice of a young street kid, maybe he has some information for me.
“Hey yourself sport.”
I toss my smoke aside and fumble around in my jacket for a new one to light up.
“Nothing really, might if I bum one off ya? It’s colder than a witch’s tit out here.”
He’s only a damn kid, not even old enough to have any stubble.
“Don’t be stupid kid,”
I light up and take in a nice drag to stave off a bit of the cold.
“These things’ll kill ya.”
“Whatever, old man.”
He shivered, rubbing his hands on his arms for some semblance of heat. The snow was drifting down, resting on everything it touched. Unusually cold, I suppose I could spare one.
“Here,”
I pull another out, my last actually, and light it up for him.
“I’m not that old.”
He took a moment, as he inhaled. I’m not sure if it was just to take in the warmth or to come up with another line.
“Older than me, old man.”
Smartass. The kid looks a little bothered, staring across the street at something but I can’t make it out. Guess I am getting little old.
“What is it?”
“That guy across the street, he’s just been stare’n at us. I think …”
Suddenly, from across the way, a baritone voice rolled out from the large and shadow figure.
“JAKE SINCLAIR”
He began to move over to us, and would you look at this guy. Tall, bald, and built like an ox. I’ll spare you the details but, in my line of work one is prone to making more than his share of enemies. A little tap from my young friend.
“I think you’ve got this right boss? “
I looked over to him with a face that most definitely read as no.
“Good, catch ya later!”
Before I could actually get the word out, the kid was gone down the alley behind us. Well, so much for backup. I turn back to face my foe only to find that he is much closer to me than I am comfortable with. For fuck sake my cig is almost touching his barrelesk chest.
“Jesus, big and fast, isn’t there some rule against that?”
He rolled his neck, cracking it, and his knuckles in an attempt to be intimidating. It was working.
“Not that I know of, old man.”
He balled up his fist and threw a punch at me, a fast one, somehow I jumped back fast enough to dodge it.
“Jesus, I’m not that old damn it.”
“I don’t really care.”
He scoffed at me, and punched again. Another near miss. I threw my own punch, nailed him square in the jaw. Just seemed to make the best mad.
“You killed my brother, Sinclair.”
I could hear the rage boiling in his voice.
“You’ll need to be more specific than that Oxy, are you even sure it was me?”
“HIS NAME WAS AGUSTUS NOBLE!”
“Oh”
He threw another punch and I dodged to the left, narrowly.
“Yea that was definitely me.”
He swiped back with his arm back and nailed me pretty hard, definitely didn’t see that one coming. Down to the ground I went, took a couple of rolls to stop. Before I could get my head back on straight and get up, ol’ oxy did me the favor. He lifted up, with a solid grip around my neck, probably a solid foot or so off the ground.
“No more squirreling around, Sinclair.”
“Clearly.”
A quick crack, might as well at this point. He pulled back his arm, balled up his fist, and let my face have it with one solid punch. Knocked the cig clean out of my mouth and sent my head reeling.
“That was for my cousin.”
I killed more than one of his relatives? Jesus, no wonder he’s trying to kill me. He reared back again for another one.
“This one is for my brother.”
Another solid blow, fuck does that ever hurt. I think that one broke my nose, definitely lost a tooth. I spit the blood out down onto the sidewalk, and grin. I sort of, gargle out the next few words.
“Ya know, I feel kinda bad for ya Oxy.”
Now that, is one confused he’s giving me.
“Why.”
“Well,”
I pulled out my revolver.
“I brought a gun to a fist fight.”
BANG.
The shot rang out up and down the street. One Straight through the heart.
BANG.
BANG.
Two more for good measure, he’s pretty damn big. His grip releases and I land on the ground, he crashes down like the ton of bricks he is, quite a thud. I take a quick look around as I put the gun away, I spot my cig. It’s more busted up than I am.
It doesn’t take long for the sound of sirens to ring out, suppose I should get going. Tonight’s been more than eventful enough as is.