Bellamy Jackson is a sweet girl known by many but only hangs out with 3 people she calls her best friends. Bellamy is a one of the top competitive dancers in her state. Dancing is one of the most important things in Bellamy's life. It helps her forg...
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Streetlights flicker in the night sky.
Graffiti-stained buildings lean with exhaustion.
Trash sprawled through the gutters like it's got more life than the people here.
This part of town used to have a pulse.
Now it's just dead.
A man pushes a shopping cart filled with scrap metal. A dog limps across the street. Kids sit on a stoop, passing a bottle wrapped in a paper bag. Their eyes tracked the fancy car in awe.
I stopped the car in front of the small children, they tense. When I roll down my window showing my masked face and gloved hands they sighed of relief, smiling, and looking at each other before running up to the passenger side window.
"Mr. Midnight!" They whisper yelled through the silent night. I gave them a nod, pulling a small little bag from my glovebox. I handed it to the taller one in the middle and I watched as his eyes grew wide as he saw what was inside.
"All of it? For us?" He questioned, I nodded.
"When I come back, I'll have more for you," I stated, he smiled brightly.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Midnight! Come on guys, we have to show Mom, maybe we can eat something yummy tonight!" They all silently cheered before running into a dark alleyway.
A small smile play on my lips. I want to make this a better place for everyone, and I plan on doing so.
The engine rumbled as continued driving, I turns onto a side street. The buildings close in. Neon signs buzz above shuttered shops.
Almost there.
I pull the car into the alleyway a few streets away from Prince's tattoo parlor. I turn off the engine. Silence folds over me like a shroud. I step out, lighting a cigarette. The red glow flares in the dark.
People say the underground's where you go when you've got nothing left.
They're wrong.
It's where you go when you've still got something worth selling. Yourself.
Your life.
Your soul.
I exhale smoke, dropping the cigar on the ground before stepping on it.
I began my long walk towards one of the tallest buildings on this side of town.
Walking past Scarr I give him a silent nod, he returns the favor before opening the door. I step inside. The door closes behind me.
I stand in front of the elevator. The metal doors are rusted and dented. The down arrow flickers a bright yellow light.
I waited. The silence around me felt heavier than usual. My fists are clenched. Jaw locked. My eyes stare at the closed doors.
