God's At Arm's

Chapter 1: welp .... this was a bad idea

"Before you begin to get so involved with this story let me warn you DON'T just stop thinking that this could be your life full of adventure and thrilling mysteries the things that I had ito go through are things no person should have to endure and besides, I just got "lucky" I was in the wrong place at the wrong time at a conflicting time and was just thrown into the mix so don't think you can become one of us."

Before all this, I had a normal easy life, a few good jobs and a place all to myself away from the crowd and demand of every day life. My names Jonny by the way and I'll be turning 23 in a couple of days. I work as a cab driver in Manhattan as one of my part time jobs, as well as move furniture. One of the benefits of being bulky, you tend to get a lot more stuff done and have the support of your friends behind you as we work. This one time we had to sit in the truck for... " Hey, sorry I'm late I should have called " snapped from my daydreams I looked up to see my old friend Scott as he makes his way up the stone steps outside from the parking lot, his blonde scruffy hair blown back in the gentle night breeze, "What took you so long?" I asked as I let loose a light chuckle knowing that he's never been on time for anything, as he made his way towards me "I don't know, one minute it was 8:15pm and then the next I'm running late by 5 minutes. What where you doing waiting for me? Knowing you, I bet you arrived 30 minuets early." He's not wrong, I was always paranoid with everything, even the small stuff like being late. Yeah, I was just thinking about a story that I had on the back burner for a while now.

"Ooh, what is it about?" Scott asks with an excited expression. "I don't know yet but one things for sure, no way am I going to publish it." I said turning towards scot. "Well why not?" Scott asked with a bit of disappointment.

"What are the odds of it becoming a hit? No one reads anymore, and if anything I'll probably post it as a Ghost Writer as a joke." "Well do you have a name picked out then?"

I stoped to think of a name turning my tongue in my mouth sounding the  letters together as i tried to come up with a name'nodding saying the first name to come to mind, "I like Zach with an H instead of a K." We both laugh and turn to the glass door behind us as "Ok then, "ZACH" you ready to bowl?"

"We got row 14, go grab your shoes and meet me there" I said as we walk into the bowling alley.

The place was called Mason's Bowling Alley and as usual the place was full of electric energy as routine on Friday nights. The room was lit with flashing lights of a varity of color's with loud music filling the air only to be interrupted by the thunderous clashes of the heavy bowling balls smashing into the pins.

As I make my way to our row, I get a full whiff of whatever fried food was being made in the kitchen as I made my way past fighting the urge to buy three of everything!

Once I made it to the lane, I started to trace my fingers over the balls taking in the situation I was now in. I never did like crowds, especially if I was alone in one. My mind started jumping from one thought to the next taking a mental note of everyone in the bulding and what I could use for potential make shift weapons noting the pool tables in the back. "You gonna go first?" Again, snapping back to reality, I see Scott tying his new shoes. "Well, seeing as I paid, I might as well. Get ready to get your ass kicked!" I boasted as I grab the biggest ball and thrown it down the center of the line knocking down every pin..... is what I would like to say but really, I suck at bowling. The second I let go of the ball, it immediately retreated to the sanctuary of the gutter. I turned to Scott with stupid grin on my face and said proudly, "You scared boy?" Scott laughs and says sarcatically while bowing down as if defeated, "VERY!" After a while, the game came to an end and to my surprise, I managed a respectable 87 points witch was nothing compared to Scott's 147 points but still, I was proud to have almost made triple digits.

"Good game, I'll get you next time!"

"I don't doubt it, you did much better today then last time. Speaking of which, want to grab something to eat on the way back, I'll drop you off at your place afterwards?" "Yeah actually, I'm famished, what do you want to get?" "I'm thinking pizza, how's Mama Keno's sound?" "Sounds like pizza, let's go!"

It was a quick ride to Mama Keno's, but as we drove I had this nagging pit in my stomach and it wasn't exactly hunger, I just brushed it off as my paranoia playing tricks on me. As we drove in silence, I watched as the cars zipped by and the sky filled with the lights of the city bringing a new life to the town, one a bit more dangerous.

As we pulled into the parking lot, I decided to break the silence, "Thanks for tonight, I had fun." I said as we got out of the car.

As we do so I feel that nagging pit in my stomach clawing at me, "No problem, thanks for paying for the lane." I brushed him off and stepped in front of him, something wasn't right as we made our way to the front door, my fist clenched and my body shifted as if getting ready to fight by its own accord, "Everything ok?" I faintly heard him, I just kept pressing forward as I open the door!

One dead woman with a bullet in her heart lay motionless on the ground with a tall man completely covered in blood standing over her blood soaked corpse was holding a small hand gun pointing directly at the guy behind the register before anyone could even process me being there, I charged forward slamming my fist into the criminals left temple. He was shorter than me so, I was easily able to hit him downwards bringing him to the ground as he scrambles for the gun. I raised my foot getting ready to slam it on his neck crushing his wind pipe in a swift motion as my foot began to drop with full force aimed right on his neck! I was stopped by a sudden loud bang losing almost all my momentum with the stomp and instead placed my foot on his neck looking down I saw a red pool on the top of my shoe. Then I realized something wet was trickling down my neck and into my shirt, but I was too tierd to put any sense to it, all of my anger and adrenaline have failed me all at once and I was succumb with extreme sleepiness unable to fight or think clearly, I collapsed.