Jeremy kept the pistol strapped to his side. He'd always wanted to use it; he'd initiate fights but they'd always back down before he could use it as "self-defense." He would go to shooting ranges to please himself, but it would always amount to nothing. He'd even thought about robbing a small gas station, just to get a rush feeling, but even he knew right from wrong... sort of. Until fate stumbled upon him.
Jeremy had just bought groceries downtown with all the money he had left. Purchases would be tight for the next month, no fun at all, the only thing he could look forward to being the sudden randomness of life.
Quickly, a man jumped from a dark alley and went for Jeremy's groceries, Jeremy jumped and let go out of shock. The man tried to run away into the alley but tripped over his own shoelaces. Jeremy's face spoke of violence, without hesitation, he pulled out his gun and aimed at the man. Jeremy walked towards the man with one eye open, not even caring about the groceries. He looked homeless, his body looked malnourished and the skin that showed had dark spots all over.
"Please, no!" the man yelled. He had been covering his face with his frail hands.
"Think you can steal my groceries you stick bitch!" Jeremy poked his head out of the alley, it had been emptied as far as the eye could see on the streets. "Imma have me some fun."
"Fun?" The man said quickly. "I haven't had fun in a while... I know what it's like to not have fun for a loooong time."
Jeremy stepped closer to him, gun still aimed, he heard mumbling but couldn't quite grasp it. "67 how-" was all he heard.
The man took his hands off his face, his teeth were rotten, lips chapped, eyes swollen, it looked like he hadn't slept in weeks. "3767 Howard St. Go there for fun," he said with a toothless smile.
Jeremy couldn't believe he was going there, but the fun was there. He didn't care if he was about to get jumped by a bunch of homeless guys, get into a party, or end up at a yard sale. He was happy he could potentially use his gun.
As he arrived, he took a good look at the street, worn down houses, no cars, dead bushes and trees, poor infrastructure. A place for fun. The house was no different, an old 2 story house, abandoned, parts of it had broken off and fell to the ground. Jeremy's heart jumped. At the front door, Jeremy pulled out his gun like an officer, he pushed the door open with his gun aimed inside. Broken furniture everywhere, burnt wax candles, cracked windows, and a stench that smelled like shit, coming from every direction of the place.
Something fell. The noise was heard upstairs. Jeremy aimed his gun up the stairs and walked, as he walked, he contemplated. Would he actually kill someone? Is this worth it? Was it right? Is it still self-defense if he knew what he was getting into? He was beginning to shake and sweat. Every step, his heartbeat was faster. It was a little hard to see. Could he escape if he killed a man? It was just for fun.
The noise came from the room at the end of the hallway. Jeremy was nervous, but ready. He opened the door and expected a person, but there was no one.
The room had an old bed frame against the wall with a chest at its end. The room was covered in drawings and paintings of a young man playing with what looked like black Play-Doh. A small candle was lit in the corner, there was a window with dark curtains and metal bars on the outside. No ventilation, no way out, except through the door.
The chest shook violently for a second. Someone or something was inside for sure. It was big, but not big enough for an adult, maybe for a child. With the gun aimed at the chest, Jeremy opened the chest quickly and took a step back. Nothing came out. Jeremy waited, and waited, but still nothing came out. He stepped closer, inside was a glass case, containing a teddy bear, an unsolved Rubik's cube, and black Play-Doh. Jeremy looked at the drawings, realizing it's the same looking object.
