Pain. Burning, agonising pain. It was all you could feel. It was truly horrendous, worse than anything you had ever felt before and that was an achievement in itself. You were currently laid in a dirty back alley surrounded by rats and you were bleeding out through multiple stab wounds located all over your bruised and battered body. It wasn't supposed to go like this, you were supposed to get the money and get back, but unfortunately, no thanks to your luck, that's not what happened. You were just trying to do your job, and you did manage to get the money, wrestled it off of your target as he tried to run, but you were jumped from behind and pushed to the ground, the force and the surprise meaning you couldn't catch yourself, causing you to smack your head on the hard ground. You didn't even have a chance to breathe before somebody was jumping on your back and pinning you to the floor, cackling madly as you struggled to get free. You were still disorientated from the blow to your skull and you couldn't concentrate fully as you were winded from the person's weight so you weren't doing your best and all you managed to achieve was exhausting yourself as you wiggled furiously. You were forced to stop moving soon after when a sharp object (a knife, you guessed) was placed against your throat and someone started speaking, 'tut tut' a deep voice said 'taking money that doesn't belong to you' and you gritted your teeth in anger, refusing to speak. 'not even going to apologise for taking what's mine?' the person asked and you took the bait, 'no idea what you're on about' you fumed. 'oh but you do' he said as he finally crouched in front of you, giving you a chance to look at his face before he was gone again, a pair of nicely made boots replacing him. 'you see, I own these streets, not you or that pathetic excuse for a leader, Silco'. He walks away slightly before turning around to face you again, not that you could see more than his shoes. 'I rule down here and I don't care how many of you stupid little servants I have to kill until Silco finally understands that he's nothing compared to me!' he's basically shouting at this point. Your anger increases tenfold and you let this stranger know, 'I don't know who the bloody fuck you think you are but everyone knows Silco's in charge and anyone who tries to say otherwise is asking to be killed!' you spit. He chuckles before shuffling around and suddenly the weight pinning you down is gone, replaced with a pair of rough hands that drag you up to your feet, knife still held against your neck. 'you know what to do boys', and with that the stranger walks away, leaving you in the alley with people who are clearly intent on hurting you. Before any of them have the chance to do anything you've smashed your head backwards into the face behind you, dropped all your weight and rolled out of immediate danger, taking off running as you listen to the pained shouts of outrage left behind. You don't get very far before you hear footsteps thudding close behind and you realise that you won't be able to outrun them so instead you dart to the left and into an even smaller alley, not realising your mistake until you see the dead end and by then the people chasing you have managed to catch up. They take their anger out on you, cutting you with no remorse, and leave you in shock from blood loss, shaking in the dark on your own.
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