"And stay down, you no good rotten rat!" The guy screamed in my face, well... polite guy. I had just gotten thrown out a shop across the street, a tattoo parlour to be exact after some asshole decided to harass a nice lady about her tattoo. Naturally I told him to back off and he, as you can see didn't take that so well. So now I'm sprawled out inside a gross dumpster, I think there's pizza sauce in my hair.
I reached up to run a hand from my hair, sniffed and then licked my hand.
"Definitely not pizza sauce."
The lady from the tattoo parlour stood across the street watching me with an amused yet disgusted look on her face. Wow thats really red hair.
"What you doing in our Dumpster?" Said a voice from above me, on a fire escape attached to the side of a building.He was a pretty brunette, a little shorter than me.
"Oh ya know... chillin?" It came out as more of a question than an answer. Goddammit Clinton, so stupid. He raised and eyebrow when I suddenly jolted with remembrance.
Kid. Babysitter.dinner.
"Well uh see you round i guess, gotta go get my kid." And with that I sprinted outta that alley way like a bat out of hell. Inside the guy's apartment a door open and closed and he began to greet the entering person.
"Oh uh.. bye I guess" was shot back as I tactically retreated.
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A little while before
"Alright kid its gonna be ok, you see that big fluffy pup over there?" I recieved a nod from the tiny brunette girl,"He's your new friend and his name's Lucky. He'll take super good care of you until I finish this up!" I tried my best to be cheerful but the girl in front me was skin and bones, barely a scrap of clothing on her.
As she started stumble-walking over to Lucky, my newly found pet, one of the asshole's responsible for her state staggered to his feet. She couldn't have been older than 6.
"Boy, why don't you just give us the itty bitty girly, she'll only cause trouble if you know what I mean.' The sick bastard chuckled with a cruel smirk.
Arrow in hand like a small knife -my bow had been wrenched from my hands and thrown aside a little while ago- it was bloodied now. Covered in what I can only presume is sex trafficker/paedophile goop.
Which I mean... Good news for me and the rest of humanity, not so great for them. But hey karma I guess?
The guy must've been brain dead because I'd just wiped out his 14 other friends, I took a cursory glance around the shabby dockside warehouse. 13.
It was definitely 14 before, I kept track. I took another look around more thorough this time and thats when i saw it, a guy was creeping along the back wall partially out of sight.
Lucky had crowded the kid behind him and into a corner, growling like a true beast at his assailant. Or would be assailant I thought as I hurriedly yanked a small, razor like knife from my boot and hurled it.
I turned stabbing the sicko closest to me before my knife even hit home. Both slumped simultaneously onto the dirty concrete floor, sticky blood flowing freely like rivers of gold into the cracks in the floor.
The guy furthest from me got a knife into his eye, all the way through, very clean if you asked me. Too quickly finished for a man like him however. The creep closest to me on the otherhand had an arrow buried deep into his chest, black market arrow heads will do wonders I guess.
If it can break through bone and armour then its worth the money I had always told myself.
I was soon distracted from my thoughts by a sad little wail and a whimpering whine.
