Crosswalk: Ultimate Duels

Routine Change

It's been almost a week since the War of The Condoms concluded. My boss kept up his promise and got me a letter of recommendation to... "SIS company?". Sounds really sketchy, but the pay is about the same and I got double pay for the time being. I'm not sure if Markus got fired, but I don't care too much, it was a request made on a whim.

Everything changed so fast. My job, life, routine... routine. "I should go see my beloved, it's been so long," and to think it all started there. If not for her, I wouldn't be anywhere near where I am right now. "Given that this company has its headquarters near the edge of the city, I should pay my respects to my darling," for I don't know how often I may be able to see her from this point forward.

30 minutes later

There she is, bare and naked. Just how I like it. I remember the first day I came across her. It is as if it was yesterday, the sun still rising, because of my chaotic schedule, and me being lost because of having to wake up early. I took the wrong left, and I ended up towards the centre of the city. There she stood, then and there, the sun barely shining its rays upon her beautiful white stripes, as the asphalt imbued itself with the sunlight, due to its beautiful, black nature. *Who's that weirdo?* *Why is he staring at the crosswalk?*.

Don't mind their talk darling, they don't understand. What I, what we've been through, is hard to comprehend, isn't it? I touch you to feel your cold warmth once more. I sniff you to get a good sensation of what you're all about. Immaculate. When the skin of my palms feels the dryness, and at times the moisture of some people's spit, I blush. If it's wrong to feel this way, then I don't want to be right. *Eww, why is he rubbing his face?* *Don't look at him, he must be on drugs or something*

"Take my step, and carry it along, love," I don't care about those weird looks, for you can't understand me, so move away, make way for my love! And here I am, on the other side, crossing my dearest once more. It's not like I will forget you, but I will have to take other crosswalks in order to get to work, so I hope you understand.

40 minutes later

I'm walking towards my workplace, scout a bit, see what I'm going to get into, and I notice all the crosswalks. Those that are well painted, treated with kindness by people with the least amount of spit and gums. Then, there are those near the edge of the city. Deprived of human touch, tarnished by the constant abuse of cars. This is simply no life for such wild beauties. I wish I could do something, but I'm not sure how legal it is to paint crosswalks.

Let's see now, geegle maps shows me that I have to go about two more streets, go across this crosswalk, by these abandoned looking blocks. Seems easy enough, and I get to enjoy one of the more old fashioned crosswalks, as these haven't been repainted since thirty years ago. Knowledge like that is only normal to possess when you're into what I am.

"Drag him in there! We'll show him who's tougher!" a gang it seems. They got someone. They're all dressed 'properly' so to speak. Low hanging jeans, cap on top of caps, tattoos, rings and chains around the fingers and necks. Certainly something I should avoid, however, there is no crosswalk to get me on the left side from where I just came. And I can't go back, as I say 'Never go back on your crosswalks after you just crossed!' it brings bad luck. A small beating doesn't sound bad by compari-

"Are we doing it, here boss?" one of the acolytes asks.

"Yeah, no use in doing it in the bushes. We're going it here, raw as it is," I can't tell what they're talking about. Murder, something worse? Are gangs around here that bad? Maybe it would be more proper if I just broke my own tab-and they're looking at me. "Watcha looking at, ya daft cow?".

"No-nothing I swear!" I'm almost shitting myself here.

"Get along then, before I smack that dumbhole of a face," glad to obey. As I pass by, they stare at me aggressively. I only caught a glimpse of their victim, a well built guy, he probably was just leaving the gym or something. "Get 'im in there, fast. We must be done before the dogs are here," probably referring to the cops. They go inside an alley between blocks. I try to hurry my step, get out of there and towards where my workplace is at before I get into further trouble, but then I hear it. *Sflap, sflap, sflap* the sound of skin hitting on skin. Now, call me dumb if you will, and I'm no expert, but punches hitting someone's face shouldn't sound like a wet fart.