Rage

In a world where no one is born with emotions. illegal drugs where created to make you feel, happy, sad, lonely, worried, passion, love, hate and Rage.

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As i looked around time square, blank faces walked about. Small sparks of dull conversation came from about the crowd. Walked over to the meeting spot i had arranged for the week.

"Free?" Asked a man, looking mostly at the floor and not me. He was wearing the red scarf, and i could only make out the outline of the blue pin. Just as we had agreed.

"Mogar?" I asked, just making sure that it was him. He nodded.

"What's your poison?" I asked. He looked around as if to make sure that no one was watching."you would be surprised at what you can get away in such a busy place" i reassured him.

"Rage" was all he said, looking me dead in the eye for the first time. I never understood why people wanted rage not happiness, but it wasn't my time to judge. I pulled a little black baggie from my inside pocket.

"Hundred dollars for ten" i said about to hand him the baggie but stopped halfway through. Hoping he wouldn't just garb the and run like the last person. He grumbled and reached into his back pocket,to pull out his wallet.

"Give me two" he stated pulling two bills from out of his wallet.

"First time?" I asked, he nodded. It was painstakingly obvious, the twitching hands, wandering eyes. All the sings of a newbie.
"only take on on the first day, second one you can take two but ten hours apart, unless you want all your belongings ruined" i instructed. Pulling out another baggie,knowing he wasn't stupid enough to run. He handed me two bills and turned to walk away,but stopped

"Tuesday to Friday" i said answering his question before he could ask it. He turned Around again but this time he never stopped.