BLOOD BROTHERS

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The present circumstances were untimely. Autumn hit, and despite this fact the weather on normal days had been rather warm. But it seemed that bad luck strikes during the worst of times either way.

The current rain could not be more of a nuisance, but the city looked even more gorgeous with this addition to the weather despite the well defined slums. It was rather easy to guess now; no more sunny days would be seen before spring would shine its way around the corner. Somewhere further down in the apartments a couple was having a heated argument in Spanish. Unfortunately you could not pick up too much of what the contents were as you haven't been here too long and your classes, as you'd whined about when you had been forced to take them, did not come of use whatsoever. The air reeked of cigarettes and the odd, sharp smell of cold wind. Cars passed by and only slight banter was heard from a little bar around the corner, but alas as mentioned before, Spanish you could not figure out.

One last drag from your Marlboro red and the foot of what remained was thrown down the balcony. Somehow you'd found comfort in odd spaces like these. Old, run down apartments with walls thin enough that leaning on them could cave them in if done right, always an old man or two around somewhere to chat with when it gets too quiet, a home, in one way or the other. Maybe that feeling one could develop when moving around too much. After all, having to get used to shitty places of which the price was the lowest you could find would be sort of a coping mechanism when running from a gang and cops. Unfortunately, that was the reality of none other than you, [name], whose last name had been forgotten somewhere along your story.

A sigh of frustration, and then a whine.

'Can't stay too long. This'll probably be like my last night in this rinky-dink complex. Man, I miss my bed... If I just didn't...'

Things could've been different, yes. Revenge is the father of potential failure, a rabbit hole many figured out without a second thought until, of course, it seemed to be too late. What's done is done, and blood had been on your hands now, because his hands were full of the blood of others. Had you done majority of people a huge favor? Sure. At your own cost, and that of your safety. Now, where would life take you?

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