The Law

Two.

- Erik Morgan -

I walk into the store with a 22. pocketed in the back of my jeans. I go up to the cashier and try to start being friendly with him. "I need a pack of redwood smokes," I demand with a serious face, looking down on my phone. Wondering why the hell Williams wasn't responding to his texts.

"A pack of redwoods come on, hurry the fuck up," I say with a more angry and demanding tone, starting to get impatient, now staring up at him. 

"I'm gonna have to see some ID." The man says with a lift of his eyebrow. I chuckle and pull out my wallet, grabbing out my ID and slamming it against the counter. "There's my ID, over 21, 18, whatever the fuck the age is now. What? They change it every damn year."

He looks at me as he grabs the ID and examines it, looking at me then back at the ID. I stand there trying to be patient but starting to get annoyed. "Hurry the hell up I ain't got all day."

"You're eastern?" he questions as he puts the ID back on the counter. "East Sider, yeah? What the fuck does that have to do with anything?" I was on the south side, so I didn't really get why he was questioning that, mostly west siders question it.

"We don't do business with east siders. Get out." I mark a grin as I draw the handgun and point it at him. "Well, this is a day where you change that. Give me the god damn cigarettes. Fuck it, give me the god damn money as well." 

I shake my head as he grabs the cigarettes and places them on the counter, leaning over and grabbing a bag he starts putting the money from the register inside of it. I grab the cigarettes as I take one out and light it, as soon as I look back over I see the cashier move his hand away from the counter. Looking like he pressed something.

"Hey! What the hell did you just press-man?" I shake my head firing the gun into the side of his head, luckily missing and hitting the shelf above him, at that time I hear sirens outside. "Fuck the money." I keep the gun on him as I run out of the store.

-

I sprint down the concrete of the sidewalk. Seeing sirens in the distance, I stop running. Turning and seeing more sirens. I shake my head and turn into a nearby alleyway. Hopping over a fence and going through the back of the store I just robbed. 

I concealed my weapon into my pants so they didn't fire as I keep running. Once I get to a spot where I hear nothing besides birds chirping, and howls from wolves. I sit against the fence as I chuckle taking a puff from the cigarette.

I keep sitting there as I pull out my phone and try texting Williams again. Still no response. I shake my head as I take a few breathes, the air from the cold escapes from my lips. I look around as I stand up. Throwing the cigarette out as I start walking.

Once I get a few blocks ahead, now being in the east I breathe some more. Sitting beside the East Side billboard. I stare up at the stars as ringing goes off on my phone. The caller is from 'Lucas West.' I answer it and I hear rustling, and what seems to be like laughing. Then some speaking, from a few familiar voices. 

West Siders... I end the call and stand up, turning to my right and see a pistol aimed at me "Hands in the air! South Side police department!" I shake a bit as I quickly make a move to the gate, trying to hop over it.

Once I try to do that, another officer comes from the left and sends a bullet straight through my ribs. The other officer sent another shot directly in my shoulder, then my stomach. I fumble to the ground, eyes closed, sitting in a pool of blood.

---

Follow me on Instagram for face claims of my characters, and follow me on Twitter for updates on when my stories go live!

𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎: 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒅

𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓: 𝑫𝒐𝒄𝒌𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

The song of Fate Anthem plays when Erik is running from the cops