Short Stories

Crime Prompt 1

Our makeshift home isn't much, a couch, two cots, a rundown oven and an old icebox that hardly works. However, it's somehow enough for Yami and I. She stood over the oven, trying to get it to heat up, I lounged on the couch. "We need to do a food run," she threw it out in a disappointed manner.

             I sighed, "Seriously?" She nodded and walked over to me, handing me the last of our bullets. I got up, grabbing the gun they belong to and loading it, I clicked back the hammer and shifted it in my hand until I adjusted to the weight. There was another territory war going on outside, the explosions and shouting confirmed it. We ran out onto the concrete sidewalk, jumping over fallen debris and dodging mines.

In the grocery there wasn't much but it was enough to get us through the week, we grabbed the cans off the shelves, shoving them into our bags. "Scramble!" Yami screamed it and then sprinted out of the door, I running close behind as an explosive hit the building and she ran down our alleyway to the crumbling building we called 'home'.

"Who the hell--" in the midst of chaos there's a child standing the road, how do I get to him? "Zenaku!" Yami yelled down the alley. "Coming in a sec!" I shouted back, before dropping our bags of food sprinting out into the street.

Next thing I know I hit the concrete, there's a small boy in my arms. Shit. My arms for sure broken. He was trembling against me, gripping my shirt and a car almost barreled over him before I grabbed him, holding him close instinctively. "T-Thank you, sir!" He stumbled it out still terrified and he scrambled out of my arms. I smiled and got up, holding my broken arm with my other hand, "are you okay?" He nodded, "thanks to you, sir."

The young boy scurried off and I walked back to the alley with no interruptions, climbing into our makeshift 'home'. "What took you so long?" Yami whined. I stared at her for a second before speaking, "saving a kid in the street." "Why?" She looked both disgusted and concerned. "It felt right," I shrugged.

The next few days our runs went with no interruptions, no attacks nothing. Until Yami noticed something, a man behind the scenes, clad in all black--but pristine looking--keeping the danger away from us--me--who was that boy I saved? I slinked away from Yami down an alleyway, the man had noticed he was seen and went barreling down the alley into one of the large buildings of the Crime Lords. "Fuck," was the only word he said, before slamming the door on me. I was livid, who just was this man? I followed the wall and found a window, there was someone in an old office chair sitting with their back to me and sitting in the chair across from the person in the office chair sits the man clad in black.

"He noticed me," the man in black spoke first, his voice quivering just as much as he was trembling. A deep rumble or a voice that could shake mountains spoke next, sounding just as lethal using that tone as he did with his voice alone, "what do you mean 'He noticed you'?" The man clad in black caught eyes with me and his eyes widened before falling back onto the person--man--sitting with his back to me turned in the chair, sitting there was the most horrific, yet beautiful man I'd ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on and I fell backwards, someone grabbed me from behind, dragging me inside. I was held in front of the beautiful man and behind the man clad in black. "Let me go!" I began to thrash against the person's hold on me, the only gripped my tighter. They were struggling, I could feel their muscles shift behind me.

"Calm down," there was the rumbling voice again, a part of me wanted to obey to him and stop struggling against my captor, but I won the fight and continued struggling against the person. I finally got a good look at the man in the chair, he had slicked back platinum blond, almost white hair, deeply luring emerald green eyes, soft lips that looked rough from chewing on them, likely a nervous tic and sat in a pristine black suit, laced with gold thread.