Nothing Would've Ever Happened

Epilogue

"Hey, you alright?"

He was on his hands, coughing brutally in the alleyway. The horrid smell of the garbage made his eyes water, not to mention the pain that throbbed all over his body. He wiped the dripping saliva from his mouth and tried to stand up. He heard cars pass by far down the alley, the tires splashing on the puddles on the ground.

A man was in leaning over him, helping him to his feet. A light from one of the rooms above lit the alleyway enough for him to see where he was. As he got up, he tried to identify the man, noticing the blood dripping from his stomach.

"Dude! You're bleeding!"

"That's not important..." He groaned, the pain going through his entire body. The man fell to the ground, leaning on a dumpster. He held his stomach, trying to lessen the blood oozing from his wound. The tone of his voice was deep, sounding like different voices talking at once, almost demonic sounding. It didn't really bother him as much, but the wound worried him more.

"What happened to you! We need to get you some help!" He started running towards the street.

"No! Wait! Stop!" he called back.

He stopped and turned around, hearing the man's heavy coughing. He walked towards him and got a better look at him. Everything about him seemed fine, besides the wound. His eyes didn't seem normal though; they were completely pitch black. He was about to ask about them, but he decided not to.

"I saved you..." He finally let out. "Now you have to help me with something..."

"What do you need?"

"Vengeance."