Gang ties

Chapter 1.

            The sun was beginning to set on the south side of Chicago, and countless people were heading home to their loved ones. However, Felix Roberts isn't one of those people. He is a 26 year old man who has lived on his own since he graduated from college. Right now he is on his way home from his dead-end job, where he works for corporate suits that don't give a damn about their employees. Felix sighs with his hands in the pockets his black wool trench coat, a puff of steam escaping from his lips. He glances up at the night sky that seems to have been stripped of its beauty a long time ago, and groans about the countless emails that may await him on his laptop that casually hangs from his side in a burnt umber satchel. 

           However, his thoughts are cut short by the sound of shuffling and strained grumbles down the alleyway just in front of him. He stands there for a moment wondering what could possibly be occurring just around the corner from where he is currently standing. He then pressed his back up against the wall and peered around the corner into the alleyway to see a squabble between two men. One was on the ground battered and broken with what seems to be his own blood coating his face from the bridge of his nose down, along with the assailants hands. The other man who was dealing the blows is straddling the man on the ground and is swinging punch after punch onto his victim, and seems to only have a few bruises and scratches on his arms and face. Felix sat there, frozen wondering what he could possibly do to help. He knows that he can't leave the half dead man there to fend for himself, for all he knows that man could end up on the news tomorrow morning and one of Chicago's top stories. He fumbles in his left pocket in search for his trusty switch blade, that has kept him alive thus far. Once he has a grasp on its cold metal and oak handle he pulls it out quietly, trying not to alert the two men before him. With a small click the serrated blade is extended for anyone within the proximity to see. With weary steps and baited breath he sneaks up on the assailant and reaches for a fist full of the man's hair. Felix pulls the man's head back and presses the cold metal blade against his throat. Without a word spoken by any of them his throat is slashed and the viscous, crimson liquid known as blood pours from the gash, staining his clothes, and the concrete of the alleyway red. The only sounds that could be heard at that moment was strained gurgles which then faded to nothing. The man's limp body slumped forward and laid there motionless.

           The man who was still pinned to the ground by the cadaver shifted, causing the body to fall to the side, slamming into the ground with a loud thud. Felix took a few steps and extended his right hand out to him to try and help him up. His hand was then slapped away as if the man was saying I don't need your help. He then started to get up on his own, but not without stumbling and nearly falling a few times. Once he finally got up he leaned himself up against the right wall of the alley and stared daggers into Felix. They stayed like that for about a minute or two, then the man closed his eyes and without a word he turned and left Felix alone in the cold, bloodstained alley.