We're all just kids playing a part. That's what it boils down to.
I'm the kid who gets to play hitman today. The other kids, they're playing guard. Hands in their pockets, feeling up their guns. Makes them feel big. Calms them down. A security blanket in a holster.
That's what it boils down to. Dressing for the part, having the right props. If you're running around in your street clothes, you're a thug, a hood, a gangster. You put on a ninety-dollar suit you picked up at Ross, and all the sudden you're a mobster, a wiseguy, paisano.
You're still just playing Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians, Thugs and Mafiosi.
Rule of three.
When Jake awoke, he was in a bathtub filled with ice, an unnecessarily long scar where his liver should've been.
Towering above him, a man in a ski mask, a bloodied scalpel still in his hand. Seeing that his victim had awoken, he put the knife down, running his hands through the sink.
"Dude, what the hell?" Jake asked, not all too pleased with the removal of his vital organs, consent explicitly not given, at that. "I was using those."
The man ignored Jake and wiped his hands off. Picking up a fine pair of kidneys from the operating table, he slipped his hands into them, rolling his fingers as he tested out his new boxing gloves. The m
Collette hummed quietly to herself as she spread a thin veil of strawberry jam on her toast. She liked jam, especially strawberry. Collette had something of a sweet tooth, and the nice man who worked weekends always went out of his way to sneak her in something. The man that worked there weekends was the best. He always brought her strawberry jam. She took a bite as she dropped a sugar cube into her orange juice. Those were both his, again. He had brought it in for her for breakfast, he said, but he didnt manage to get it to her until early evening.
Taking ano
Chang was about to end his shift when he found the portal to hell. The most sensible thing to do was run. Just pack up and leave. Cover it back up, take your pay, pack up as soon as you got home and leave town by daybreak. Chang was a sensible man. You don't live this long in the mines without learning to be sensible. Unfortunately for him, he was also a kind man.
"Don't go all the way down my shaft," he told Li. "Stop halfway and start a new tunnel. Say you were following a small vein."
Li was ten years his junior. He just recently returned home after a failed attempt to start a life in Shanghai. Unlike in the city, the mine was always hi
"Excuse me," I ducked under the bus stop. "You do know the bus doesn't run this late, right?"
The girl standing there turned to look at me. She was wearing a bright yellow raincoat with equally bright purple galoshes, and kept her umbrella open despite having the bus stop's roof to keep her dry.
"Really?" She tried to check her watch, but didn't seem to have that much luck in pulling her sleeve back with the giant plastic bag in her hand and the giant purple umbrella in her other. I checked mine for her.
"Not down here, at least. The closest line still running is over on Fifth and Market." I took a second to warm my hands. "That's like a g