Diary of Leviathan

Diary of Leviathan 8

Staying in this place is kind of boring. The time is midnight and I can't sleep. I'll just go outside and do something, anything. I grabbed some money that was laying on the desk, I don't think he'll miss it. I walked out the door and head down the street. This place is kinda ghetto. Ah, there's a gas station... maybe I can get chips or a drink. As I approach the gas station I see a lot of groups of people sitting around, probably a gang. I push open the door and a bell welcomes me, I hear faint rap music playing from the speakers in the store. I go to the back of the store, making sure no one is watching me. There's some cheap knock of chips called "Layds" and some artificial soda named "Checky cola". Lame names. That's all I can afford so I grabbed it and walked up to the counter. The cashier was a indian man. He quietly rung up the items "$1.56" He muttered, I could tell he didn't like his job. I handed him the money "Keep the change." I said turning. There was 3 masked men that just kicked in the door "AY, GET DOWN!" The one in the front yelled holding up his gun. Great, this kind of stuff always happens to me. I kneeled on the ground just like they told me. "GIMME EVERYTHING YOU GOT FOOL!" One of them shouted putting a glock up to my head. "Heh, you can have these chips or something, I'm sorta broke." I chucked pushing the chips forward "HELL NAH, GIMME YO MONEY!" He demanded pistol-wiping me. "I said I'm broke." I yawned rubbing my head where he hit me. Man, I should've got Tums or something because my stomach is killing me. "I DON'T BELIEVE YOU, YA CRACKERS ARE ALWAYS RICH!" He yelled seriously. Is this guy an idiot? He's really annoying. The man that had the shotgun pointed his gun at the cashier and shoved a bag on the other side of the counter "Money." He demanded looking the terrified man in the eye, the cashier just kept nodding. One of the three just waited by the door, he was probably a lookout. My eyes are starting to heat up, maybe I should kill these guys. I should. I should murder them all for wasting my time like this. The man still held the glock up to my head. I'll take him first. I looked up and he instantly looked terrified. Ha, yes. Fear me. I bit the end of the glock and he went wide eyed. I bit down and the barrel shattered. He stumbled back and pulled on the guy with the shotguns shirt. I spat out the remnants of the barrel and smile "Wanna die?" I asked chuckling "Nigga, you gonna die!" He laughed pulling the trigger on the shotgun. I held my arm out and the buckshot bounced off of my forearm and fell to the floor. He looked terrified and shot the rest of his magazine into my arm. It kinda stung. How annoying. Click Click Click Empty. Too bad. I jumped forward and grabbed the gun from his hands. I couldn't help but to smile. I held it by the barrel and swung at his legs, his kneecaps shattered instantly. I threw the gun at the lookouts head and blood spewed from his eyes from the impact. The man that had the shotgun started trying to crawl away, nope. I put my foot on his back and grabbed both of his arms, without putting barely any effort they broke off causing blood to soak on the floor. The guy that had the glock ran for the exit and I flick my finger at him, the blood spiked and shot at him, impaling him and rendering him motionless. What a useful skill. The cashier didn't know what to do so he just stood there, I flashed him a smile and walked out the door with my soda and chips. When I get home I'm going to have to wash my clothes... What a drag.