It was like any other day that I ran into him. I was out "shopping" yesterday and after I was done, I thought it would be a good idea to take a short cut through the alley. Now, I am not afraid of some dark alley. They are actually rather comforting, especially when no one else is in them.
I don't know how but somehow the goon had manage to appear right before me. I tried to scream but he put his hand on my mouth and shoved me to the wall.
"Be quiet," he hissed. Not like I could talk with his hand over my mouth. He was wearing some sort of mask. I think it could have been a hockey mask. He was also wearing a black hoody.
I glared at him with as much hate as I can.
"Don't look at me like that," he commanded. "Don't you dare look at me like that. Wipe that look off you pretty face."
My expression change from hatred to that of confusion and disgust. The only thing that ran through my head was "I'm too young for him."
A long awkward pause followed soon afterwards.
"How do I say this? If you run into me again, no if you see me again run the other way. I'll give you a head start," he said. "Also, be more careful with the Big Guy."
It's not like I've been doing that for the past couple of months.
And then he left. Wow. Never before has this ever happened to me. Never.
I do wonder why the goon would tell me such things. Should I trust him? Why is he working for that monster? I guess I will never understand people like him. At least he wasn't too cryptic.
