Impractical Magic

I M Chapter 1

I came from a broken family which led me to being a delinquent. Every time someone pisses me off, I pick fights with them. Almost every month I get a bruise from my fights, but my parent's never seem to care, all they seem to talk about is money this, money that.

Ever since I was born they already treated me like nothing, my aunt tried to take me in, but my mother said to her that she should go mind her own business. Dad was quite an ass too, sometimes when he got drunk, he would beat me for no reason at all.

Because of that, I spend most of my time outside and only come home to eat and sleep. At school my so-called friends were taking lunch money away from kids, I didn't like bullying anyone anyway so I just leave them like that. It's not like someone would go and pick a fight with me anyway because I was known at the school as a gang boss from always getting into fights and always being accompanied by the wrong lot, which isn't true and people just spread those baseless rumors.

While walking home, I saw someone standing near our house. He looked somewhat shady with his cap on, so I just passed by him and didn't bother to take a look at his face. After passing him he said something.

"Hey, kid can you give me some money? I'm a bit short."

I told him "I don't have any..." which is obviously a lie.

"Come on kid, even just a little change would be fine"

I shouted at him "Go screw yourself!" and turned to walk away. After a few meters, my vision went dark, it took me a few seconds later to realize that my face is kissing the pavement and somebody had hit me from behind.

"Little shits these days talk back to their elders."

Little shit? I heard that asshole. He thought that he knocked me out because I wasn't moving at all and then I felt a hand creeping into my pocket.

"Whoa! Nice phone, this would sell a second-hand!" [Thief]

Soon after he checked my other pocket...

"And you said you don't have cash, heheheh." [Thief]

This asshole is getting cocky. When he started to leave I suddenly stood up and kicked him from behind, when he fell I proceeded to beat him up.

"Whose the little shit now!"

"Aww! Damn kid!" [Thief]

While punching his face, his hat came off. That was when I realized that I was messing with the wrong person. Two days ago I was watching TV. There has been a breakout from a local jail, there were six suspects that escaped some were charged with theft, drugs and even murder.

As I was thinking of that, I heard a loud (Bang!) my body felt heavy and I fell on the side. Not knowing what had hit me, the guy I was punching was helped by another man. There... I looked at them one was holding a gun...

"What happened?!" [Gunman]

"I don't know, I thought that I knocked him out." [Thief]

"Did he saw your face?" [Gunman]

"Yeah..." [Thief]

After talking to each other, both of them looked at me, the one with the gun pointed it at me and said: "If only you had stayed down!" He then started shooting (Bang! Bang! Bang!) While saying "Dammit-dammit!!!" It was those two guys who were charged with murder...

Again my vision darkens, this time I was sure that this would be the end...