Crosswalk: Ultimate Duels

Fight: The Midnight Killer

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He's still swinging that knife of his while yelling. Now that I look, how comes there is no one around? Even though a crime happened recently here, it's still the center of the city, you would expect to see more-

"Still confused..." does he plan to continue that sentence? "Wimp?" is he seeking my approval?

"Good one, yeah. Keep them coming." this should buy me a bit more time, I'm almost the-and he's up to my face, squatting.

"You..." he's squinting his eyes. It's not like you can find inspiration from my face you moron. I pride myself a bit with my face you know? However, this might be just the chance, I have the lube in my hand now.

12 hours ago

Death seems like something to aspire to, when your lover is taken so brutally from you. "If I find that killer, I will make him or her paint me a fresh crosswalk," so I say, but I know myself better. "What is this crosswalk?" I haven't been on this road for so long, that I forgot just how depressing it is. The streets are narrow and the sidewalks really large. It doesn't allow for long or wide crosswalks, a truly atrocious act from humanity.

"No honey, I promise, it's not what you think." that man, on the other side of this four meters long crosswalk, seems to have a bad day himself. His wife or girlfriend, seems to have caught him in the act as she swings that phone. If it were me, I would probably blank out after like thirty seconds, maybe less.

"Then what is this you cheating bastard?!" what is that now? A deluxe edition lube?! I only heard of them in obscure forums. And she-she's trying to throw it?! Heresy!

"Honey please, if you'll let me just expla-" and she threw it, to the left...where I pass through... almost falling on the street. Heh heh.

Just walking through, nothing to see. And, here we are. "Godly perfume. Able to lube the driest of places and leave a divine sensation," I bet it does, the price tag is "Fifty bucks?!" such an outrageously priced item shouldn't be left for desecration on these desolate streets. "So I'll just do everyone a favor and-".

"Easy now. Do you not know the rule of the streets, babyface?" what is that now?! A hobo, and he's challenging me. That one cut right through me, but I can't let him see that. These people are animals, if they smell lack of confidence, they will bite.

"Heeh?! Rule of the street you say. And what would that be, you dirtrag?" dirtrag? That's like calling someone by their name, why would he be offended?

"Ye, you punk. Everything that touches the street, it's ours." ours he says. I don't see anyone else. But for all I know, they might hide in the 'city' below. Now that I think about it, I haven't spotted him anywhere, so that adds up. And yet, I can't just let it be, as if their rules matter to me.

"You say the street, but as far as I'm concerned, that lube next to my feet, is till on the sidewalk." I may not have a comeback, however, that should cut deep enough. From my work experience, I know that nothing hurts more than being told to the face har-did he just kick the lube onto the street?!

"Whatevs you mean pink cheeks? The lube is clearly on the street." this swine. He thinks he can mess with me like that? No issue though, he just made a huge mistake, since the lube is now touching the crosswalk. And if there is someone in this world that knows how to make use of a crosswalk...it's me! "Oy, what ya think you doin'?" what does it look like? I'm placing myself strategically, between you and the lube.

"You don't know what I had to suffer. For me, to reach this point of desperation for some lube... is no mere coincidence!" my eyes should tell him enough of my suffering.