Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2015 0:10:31 GMT -6
Chaz was in Metropolis and note entirely sure why. He wasn't doing much really, just enjoying all the sights that Suicide Slums had to offer. The trick was to walk big and not back down from anyone. Do that an d majority of the threats ignored him. Was it cliche? Yes. Did it work? Yes. However it didn't work 100% of the time. In the end he'd lose. But of course he was getting rather hungry so that would work in his favor. He knew it was only a matter of time before someone tried to challenge him. It sort of happened where ever he went. Of course he also had a tendency to start fights, if anything it was almost impressive. He was scam artist with a big mouth, but he didn't back down. His father had taught him to always get what he wanted, by any means. Or did he? Was that his last meal's father? It was possible.
As he contemplated where he learned this lesson he was pulled into an alley and a knife held to his throat.
'Money, all of it, now.'
"Sorry bud, no money today. I get stuff on my charm and good looks."
'Then you're useless.'
With that the man drove the blade into the side of Chaz' throat. Chaz clutched his throat and sunk down the wall, coughing. The guy began to dig through Chaz' pockets, looking for money or anything of value.
"If you're gonna dig in there at least go to the left, faster and make it worth my while."
The guy staggered back, terrified, knife still in his hand. He then began to stab Chaz in the chest repeatedly. Chaz meanwhile looked down and watched, with a sigh.
"Seriously?"
The guy tried to run and Chaz flicked his wrist and a bottle flew from the ground, hitting him in the head. Chaz got up, eyes now red and in full zombie mode. The guy was on the ground, groaning and holding his head. Chaz dusted himself off and grabbed the groaning man, slamming his head into the ground repeatedly until his skull broke open. He grabbed either side and began to pry, starving. Once it was open enough he began to dig, throwing it into his mouth. As common sense came back to him he looked up and realized he was being watched.
"Ok....so I can explain."
As he contemplated where he learned this lesson he was pulled into an alley and a knife held to his throat.
'Money, all of it, now.'
"Sorry bud, no money today. I get stuff on my charm and good looks."
'Then you're useless.'
With that the man drove the blade into the side of Chaz' throat. Chaz clutched his throat and sunk down the wall, coughing. The guy began to dig through Chaz' pockets, looking for money or anything of value.
"If you're gonna dig in there at least go to the left, faster and make it worth my while."
The guy staggered back, terrified, knife still in his hand. He then began to stab Chaz in the chest repeatedly. Chaz meanwhile looked down and watched, with a sigh.
"Seriously?"
The guy tried to run and Chaz flicked his wrist and a bottle flew from the ground, hitting him in the head. Chaz got up, eyes now red and in full zombie mode. The guy was on the ground, groaning and holding his head. Chaz dusted himself off and grabbed the groaning man, slamming his head into the ground repeatedly until his skull broke open. He grabbed either side and began to pry, starving. Once it was open enough he began to dig, throwing it into his mouth. As common sense came back to him he looked up and realized he was being watched.
"Ok....so I can explain."