The Smuggler licked the cinnamon frosting off of his fingers greedily, savoring each bite of the fleshy dough creation.
As he shoved the last bit into his over-sized mouth, he heard a faint rustle come from outside the dumpster he was hiding in.
A second later a faint knock sounded on the metal dumpster.
The smuggler kept his mouth shut in a straight line as he pressed his ear against the cool, smelly metal.
A loud bang sounded against the dumpster, causing it to shake unstably.
"WOAHGRHUIEJN" The smuggler screamed and held his left ear, feeling as though he had gotten stabbed by a needle in his brain.
"You have 10 minutes to come out of the dumpster with your hands above your head or we'll shoot the goddamn thing to pieces!" An officer screamed through an amplifier.
'Oh shittle sticks' The smuggler thought dully, his hand making its way to his pocket where the outline of a stolen chunk of uncut sapphire was clearly evident.
"Come out with your hands up! All your stolen goods are now forfeit." The Officer commanded once more through the amplifier and someone kicked the dumpster.
The Smuggy lost his balance as the dumpster wobbled and tipped over onto its side, and as the lid flew open and the smuggler briefly saw 3 squad cars in the dark alleyway before he leapt up and ran off in a spur of the moment kind of thing.
"HEY!" A cop yelled loudly in his ear, the cops fingers just barely grazing the smuggler's cloak.
A gunshot sounded right by the smugglers ear and he jerked to the left, stumbling and almost tripping but he quickly righted himself.
'No mistakes now,' he thought numbly, still running. Just one tiny fuck-up and he was mince-meat.
Well, more like jail-meat.
The Smuggler dashed around a corner, fled through another dark, wet alleyway and found himself in an abandoned parking garage.
He paused to catch his breath, straining his ears for any sound behind him.
'I think I lost 'em' The smuggy started thinking, gazing around the garage like a maniac.
He proceeded to scratch his buttocks lazily, glancing around wearily once in a while as he walked down a flight of concrete steps.
The smuggy lost his footing on the last step and the back of his head cracked against the concrete steps, his spine getting scraped in the process.
Stars momentarily flooded his vision and then was replaced by an agonizing pounding sensation that engulfed his cranium and neck.
'dandy dittle spanal spittle...'
The smuggy had no idea what those words meant, nor why he thought them, so he simply sat there dumbfounded, gently rubbing the tender spot on the back of his skull like a preschooler would.
At last, he stood up and wobbled a couple times before catching his balance. He squinted his eyes and looked around the room he was now in.
A couple forest green garbage cans were tipped over on the ground, dirty but empty and there was the smell of rotten produce lingering in the air.
A lone wheelchair was sitting there solemnly in the corner, but it was covered in cobwebs and looked like it was about to break down.
He tiptoed forward and noticed another door to the left. Creaking open the door, he first stuck the tip of his nose through the crack, then gradually slid his face through.
The first thing he saw was a dirty sock lying on the floor, blue and white striped.
The next thing that caught his attention was a womans weathered sunhat sitting in the corner with a tattered pair of tighty whiteys bunched up on the floor next to it.
A mannakens arm was attached to the ceiling dangling down to the middle of the floor and inside the hand was a coke bottle with a rolled up piece of parchment inside.
The smuggy crept into the center of the room and snatched the glass bottle from the mannakens hand with ease, he popped the cork from the bottle and plucked the note from it socket, unrolling it rather hastily.
The note was blank.
"What the..." The smuggy started saying, and spun around madly once he heard the sound of the door slamming shut behind him.
"Oh shittles!"
The smuggler rushed towards the door and tried ripping it open but the handle was budged. How could it have been locked from the outside?
'Someone must be holding the knob' He thought angrily.
The smuggy pounded and pounded on the door til his knuckles were sore but it never budged, not once.
So he finally gave up and eventually fell fast asleep from his over-exhaustion and as he slept, the door slowly crept open and a dark, tall figure emerged, towering over the smuggies sleeping form huddled on the ground below.
"Say hello to mum for me," The smuggies evil older brother said mercifully and plunged a rusty steak knife into his younger brothers heart right as his eyes snapped open and he died with his eyes wide open.
The older brother stared down at the lifeless form and noticed a smudge of cinnamon frosting on the corner of his mouth which was hanging agape like a fish.
He wiped it off and licked it, feeling the weight of sithis wrapping around his throat and tonsils.
"AUHEGAh AUhWAA" He started screaming, his eyes bulging out of their sockets, remembering he was allergic to cinnamon.
His hands reached for the ceiling as he fell backwards and the steak knife went flying into the air and landed right in his heart.
"Uah.....Huh...hu.....Sithis.....be....done....uagh"
He died, his face puffed up like a fish, eyes swollen shut and mouth agape with a smudge of cinnamon frosting on his puffed out top lip.
