Short Stories

Craziest Friend You've Ever Had

It was brisk, cool night and once in a hecking lifetime, it wasn't raining. Absent-minded, I set off into the sick world that I call home. Pulling my black, baggy Fall Out Boy hoodie closer to my body, I mentally cursed at myself for not bringing my signature knife with me.

I smirked at myself as I stuffed my hand into my pockets, trudging on to where my feet led me. I hummed a little tune as I strolled on the sidewalk off the side of one of the busiest streets in the area. You'd have to be a god to cross it and make it to the other side alive. I scanned the area looking for a good building to scale.

It was an old run-down apartment building that has yet to be torn down. I quickly made my way up the rusty, creaky fire escape. I pulled my self onto the roof, taking my time getting over to the ledge, then dangling my legs over the edge. Watching traffic go by as I waited for an unknown number to text me the info of the person they needed to be taken out.

I sat on the end of the decaying building with my feet dangling over the edge. I played with my phone to pass time by.

'If this douche does not hurry th-' I thought to myself, getting impatient.

As if it was God himself, I got an anonymous text message to tell who and where I was "meeting" the poor guy.

"Chris...Richardson...well thank you, Chris, you'll be paying my bills for the next month and a half." I said, insanely cackling to myself.

I then set off to the location that the unknown person had sent me. I was actually proud of myself! I didn't pick a chill spot that's an ocean away from where I need to be! I began free-running on the rooftops forwards the area I had to be. As I neared my destination I noticed it was quiet than usual.

I stopped and looked around to see if anyone was following me. The last thought that wet through my mind was "oh shit" before a dark, lean figure crashed into me, sending tumbling down the side of the building.

"Ah, son of a-"

Not even a second after my back hit the ground, I was aggressively shoved into the brick wall that belonged to the building I was pushed off. My right arm pinned between me and the wall, I pulled out a pocket knife with my free arm and roughly placed against his jugular.

Eyes.

Gree-

No

Blue?

My brows furrowed above my hardening glare at the mystery man pinning me to a wall, with one VERY large, VERY sharp kitchen knife.

Ears ringing, I tried to focus on his facial features. There was only so much of his face I could see, brown facial hair, teeth bared in an insane half-grin. I could see his canines poking out and resting on his bottom lip. Coffee brown hair was visible on the side of his head.

I pulled the knife back away from his throat, only to jam it back into his neck and pull it from right to left, leaving a deep gash.

"How's that feel ya prick?!" I shout at him, kicking him in the stomach repeatedly. Red clouded my vision, the ringing from earlier was ear-splitting.

"That's enough."

Silence. 

It was like everything was muffled.

I whipped my head around to see a figure, a figure that I was too familiar with. 

I smirked.

I sultured over to the mystery person

I continue on with my journey, but not without calling back to the man one more time.

"You might want to put a jacket on, it gets a bit chilly after dark."