Give Me Life

No Rest For The Wicked

Hunter watched as Devlin stood there, with a small bag.

"Hunter..." He mumbled, clenching the bags in his hands. "Can we talk?" Hunter cautiously asked him. "Wos that you that shot that gun?" Devlin asked him.

"Yes... I shot it in the air." Hunter exclaimed; Amused, Devlin turned around and gave him a dirty look, the men inside the store were shouting and going crazy. "I've never shot a gun before and it feels so bad ass." Hunter happily said, holding the gun in his hand, he reeked of alcohol, and his leather jacket was filthy. Devlin could see his scars better from the gas lights, he stood there and sized him up, he didn't feel any threat from Hunter, and he wasn't afraid of him.

Devlin paused before heading to his car.

"Wot d fuck are you doing here Hunter?" He rushed, getting down to it. "I'm doing what you would have done, I joined the crew..." He jeered, Devlin lowered his eyes at him, he threw the bag near the Beamer and rushed at Hunter. The men hit the ground and Devlin slammed his fist in Hunters face, he kicked the gun away, and had Hunter in a choke hold, punching him. "Devlin stop!" Hunter screamed, the men inside ran out, and grabbed the gun from the floor. "Police should be here any minute!" One of them yelled, Hunter coughed, and gave Devlin an odd look. "The fuck? Let me explain!" He shouted.

"Explain wot!" Devlin spat, holding on tighter.

He heard sirens and immediately let go of him. "I should slit your throat!" Devlin growled at him, his eyes menacingly scorching Hunters. Hunter was heavily breathing, and held on to his throat, he tried to stand up, and when he heard the sirens, he just sat there on the pavement.

Devlin towered over him.

Hunter took a breath and looked around, four men stood by the doors eyeing the men with suspicion. "Hey man, we have your gun.. But you can't have it back, cause... We don't just shoot for fun out here ya know?" They shouted, Hunter rolled his eyes and grinned up at Devlin.

Devlin punched Hunter in the face, and knocked a tooth out of his mouth.

"Agh!" Hunter groaned, holding his bloody mouth, he looked down at his tooth. "I deserve that one." When Devlin moved around him and got up, Hunter began to laugh. "Would you at least consider the possibility that maybe; Just maybe, I am trying to help you!" He spat.

Devlin had so much anger in his system.

"I don't need your help.. Especially not from your kind..." Devlin growled, not batting an eye, sweating and breathing hard as Hunter had been.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Hunter thought, he was tired of Devlin acting like he was above everyone else.

"The men confined in me after cleaning out your dirty work... You gave me no choice! Look at the town we live in! It's a shit hole! at least I'm a part of something that actually gives a damn about it." Devlin sneered at him. "So you turn to the same Gyot's dat did that to your face?" Devlin seethed out, Hunter grinned. "None of that stuff matters anymore.. And I know who you're protecting... You may think it's for the greater good.. You can't protect him much longer..." Hunter spat. "You think just cause you got out of prison, you're a tough guy... Well all I see is a whole lot of ass kissing and rich bullshit."

"And oh; I see.. You have the balls to pick on Ian because he's little, but you can't pick on me! You can't fight me huh? You may be bigger than me, but I could still kick your ass!" Hunter shouted, Devlin walked back over to him and grabbed him by the collar. "Who's d one that got their teeth knocked out on the floor just now? Huh!"

Hunter laughed like a mad man. "It was luck..."

"Luck! You want me to beat you again, you little shit... I will!" Devlin roared, grinding his teeth.