MXM-EVO

[Chapter 1] New Phone

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"Damn it. Jacob, okay... you got me."

Michael mentally chastised himself for his idiocy. It was a bad idea to deal with this 'problem' of his with Jacob personally. He knew that Jacob had some anger management issues. Truth be told, the guy probably was the kid of the Hulk. Ugly face, muscles everywhere. Hell, if you paint him green there would be no more need to visit the theater to watch the Avengers.

The thought made him snicker. He wasn't in any position to be doing that, considering he was face planted into the ground by Hulk's kid. And by doing so, drew more of the ire on himself.

"Jacob." Michael pleaded. "Wait. If-"

"Look here, Mike." His voice literally dripped with pure, unbridled rage. "I told you that I didn't want any funny business while the crew shoplifted. But no, You had to be fucking greedy and stuff more unnecessary shit into your hoodie. That cashier boy saw stuff stickin' out. We're lucky we got away before the cops came!" Jacob drew his fist above his head decked Michael in the face.

The fist connected, sending him into a daze. He couldn't focus, let alone say anything at all. He was at the mercy of the brute who was beating him up.

"Ne..... .Ag...ain" Was the last thing he could make out from the all the yelling.

Michael drifted out of consciousness and into the black abyss of nothingness.

A little while later, He felt his whole body sting. The pain made Michael groan. It didn't hurt much before, and now, it felt like a bitch. Really. He then proceeded to slowly sit himself upright and take in the surroundings.

Michael breathed out a sigh of relief. Apparently, Jacob didn't move him from where he beat him up. The alleyway was quite dark, illuminated only the scarce light from the city that wandered there. From his periphery, Michael could make out a few trash cans and closed back doors. But other than those, the edges leading towards the road were the only things visible.

He started to limp his way towards the closer street, feeling the pain flare every time he moved. It was bearable, but still painful. He continued walking, bumping into some unseen trash cans and knocking some of them down and their unpleasant contents into the ground.

The foul smell wafted into the air, assaulting Michael's nostrils.

Shit, this thing is a crime to my damn nose. Can't my day get any worse?

After bumping into more trashcans and almost hurling his nonexistent lunch into the sidewalk, he was able to reach the end. Fumbling for anything in his pockets, he fished for his cellphone, and saw that it was damaged beyond repair. The glass was shattered, some of the internal components were visibly missing. His wallet was empty of money. However, his IDs, and some stolen debit cards were still inside. And if he recalled correctly, there was a small, but good amount of money in the debit cards. Michael then looked around for any ATMs that he might be able to use.