Friend or Foe

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Amon stretched; it been a long day at work and honestly after dealing with a lot of Karens and children, he really needed to break from it all. So since it was closing time and dark out he grabbed his things and headed out on a walk through the town. It had died down and the town was pretty much asleep at this time, no cabs in sight, all stores were dark, no one was out unless it was people going home. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair looking around curiously. He heard a noise off in one of the alleyways that kind of sounded like a scream, so he followed it blindly not knowing what he was really getting into. He peaked around the corner not seeing much, tilting his head. He got a little closer in the alley and what he saw made him cover his mouth and take cover somewhere before he was seen. "Jesus fucking Christ-" He mumbled under his breath. He waited a bit before peeking out again and stared.

Rachit stood in the darkest part of the alley, his back facing Amon as his attention was on a bloody, dead young girl below him. He was spattered in blood, his weapon, a large wooden bat with nail driven through, was still lodged in the womans head. He looked up and let out a soft sigh, before hearing the soft rustle and unintelligible mumble from behind him. Perking, he looked over his shoulder, catching Amons eyes and tensing up when he noticed he was caught. Amons eyes widened when his met the others and pulled back behind the place he was hidden. He crouched down on his knees and made a run for it out of the alley, panting. He ran down the block and hid on the side of a building panting. "Holy fuck did I just fucking see a murder scene?!" He looked down, holding his head in his hands trying to think on what he just saw and didn't know really what to do. "Ah shit fuck uh-" He looked around and went to grab his phone only to realize it fell out of his pocket when he was crouched in the ally.

The second Rachit heard footstep racing away from the alley he went to run after him, being stopped by the bat lodged in the womans skull. "Fuck-" He growled irritably and tried pulling it out. He placed his foot on her chest and tugged sharply, the nails flying out with a spurt of blood, sending him stumbling. When he got his footing he ran down the alley and around the corner, only to realize it was to late and Amon was gone. He sighed in defeat and flinched when he heard a phone ring, turning and picking it up questionably.

It was amons phone and there was a number over the screen and the collar ID said, 'brother'. Amon hesitated but slowly made his way back, hearing his phone ringing and stopped when he noticed a hand holding it. "A-ah shit-" He mumbled and backed up, grabbing a rock for defense, he tip toed his way back and peeked around the corner throwing the rock, hoping it would hit something on the other and thankfully it did. "Give the phone and I won't tell a soul what I saw here." He stood defensively and spoke assertively even though his body language said nervousness.

Rachit didn't know if he should answer or break the phone before leaving when the rock hit his shoulder, making him tense and turn around. He looked at Amon, finding his defensive, yet nervous stature slightly amusing. He lifted his bat, planing to kill him right there before stopping. He knew that even if Amon said he won't tell, he most likely would. But Rachit was interest in the fact that he risked coming back for his phone when most run. "Why should I?" He asked calmly, trying to hide his curiosity. "Why shouldn't I just kill you where you stand?"

"What good would come if you killed me right now? I'm just asking for my damn phone back." He snapped back at the other and held his stature. Though his hands were shaking nervous as all hell Amon wasn't going to really back down from any fight. He studied the others features even though they were hard to tell because of all the blood and such. He gritted his teeth, "Hand it over already I don't have all night." As Amon spoke Rachit couldn't help but chuckle. He put the phone in his pocket as adrenaline rushed through him at the though of a fight. He held his bloody bat up and took a step forward. "You sound pretty confident for someone so nervous." He said, looking Amon up and down with a huff. "If you want it, take it." Rachit challenged, bat at the ready to make him the same as the girl in the alley.