Kyle's POV
The bar is quiet by the time I walk in. Only 5 people are in, sitting in different places. Every one stares at me when I make my way tot the back. My head is hanging down and the sweat it burning into the cuts on my back. The smell of alcohol burns my nose but is comforting. A middle age women walks up to the table im at ask what I would like.
"Just give me a bottle of Vodka please" I never made eye contact with her as I spoke. The bottle was placed infrount of me along with a small cup. I stare at the cup before pushing it aside and grabing the bottle. I place the cape next to the cup while tipping the bottle back. The burning starts when the alcohal hits the back of my throat. Tears start to form in my eyes with every gulp I take thinking on how alcohol is my haven. Im glad the boys stayed out side to "talk" instead of coming in with me.
Everything happened so damn fast. First everything was noraml, the routins I did, the killings I did, the tasks Ive been given. Then everything turned upside down. It all changed when I ment Harry. Ive met and killed many cops and gotten away with it but Harry, there is something about him that Randy doesnt like. I stand up and walk to the bar, wipping the tears away taking some blood with it.
"Ma'ma, how much is this?" she looks at me with sorry eyes when more tears leave my eyes.
"Dont worry about is love." I give her the best smile I can before walking towards the frount. I look out the frount window seeing Harry and Niall talk making me stop.
"Theres a back door if you want to take instead" I turn to see the lady pointing the the dor that has EXIT on in.
"Thank you so much" I say walking back to the table grabing the cape before pushing the door open. The cold air hits me with I set out making me loose my breath. The ally that the buliding is in reminds me of the ally ive been chased down many times. I tip the bottle back letting more of the Vodka in, relaxing my saddnes but brings it back when the bottle leaves my lips. I walk down the creepy ally coming across a man who sits on the ground. His suit is torn and his hair is a mess. This man looks to rick and healthy to be in this state.
"Carful sir, your getting your suit dirty" I say taking a sip again and keep walking.
"Yeah I know" his voice sounds broken and tired. I stop in place spinnng around to face him.
"You okay bud?"
"I-I dont really know"
"Want to tell me what happened here first?" I point with the hand that is holding the bottle at his suit
"I was chased until they got what they wanted. What the hell happened to you?" he says looking up at me.
"Beat by the truth." was all I gave him for an answer. I gulped the rest of the drink before throwing it behind me, letting it shatter. The guy winces at the noise making me raise an eyebrow.
"I um dont like loud noises" he says looking down before back at me.
"How can you drinkn that stuff?" I just shrug not wanting to answer. I pull a box of cigarettes from my boot mentally thanking myself so much for putting them there. A lighter was placed in the box and once again thanking myself . I put the littler life taker in my mouth lighting it and inhaling the beautiful posion into my lungs
