Post by Shuya Chen on Jul 8, 2017 1:27:22 GMT
Night Time
A limousine is driving down the street, under a highway. Inside is a young man dressed snazzily is riding in the back,smoking and looking out the window. "Man it is late. Can't get wait to get a warm,steamy bath. Gonna need it over driving through this part of Anaheim." Looks up at at the front where his chauffeur is driving."How much longer, Andrew?"
"Not long, sir. Hopefully about five more minutes or so."
"Get move on, will ya'? Don't feel all too comfortable in these parts. Heh. Who would feel comfortable in these parts?"
"Not with those unruly hooligans about, sir."
Ding
"Andrew, what was that?"
The light in the car suddenly flickers until it shuts completely off and the car stops moving.
"Andreeeew?"
"Don't worry, sir. It's probably something wrong with the engine. I'll go see." Andrew exits the limo and closes the door behind him.
The young man waits for a second until something dawns on him. "Wait...In the dark? With no light?!"
Suddenly the young man hears a thud outside. "Oooooh shit...Andrew?''
No answer. The young man slowly reaches under his seat and pulls out a glock 20. He gets out his phone and tries to turn it on but realizes its out of battery. "Shit damnit!" The young man sits their for a moment before he hears another sound. The sound of something dragging across the ground. The young man slowly opens the door and exits the limo. He has the gun pointed and his finger on the trigger. He looks around but he can barely see nothing, even with the luminescent Moon over head, but the clouds are sparsley obscuring the light. He slowly makes his way to the front of the limo but soon realizes: "What good is it to check for Andrew when I can't see shit?" The young man slowly begins to walk back to where he got out "I could wait it out in the car like a smart person-"
"It's abit too late for that."
The young man turns around towards the origin of the voice and points his gun up at a silhouette of a young man sitting on the top of the side limo where got out from, facing away from him. His figure almost distinguishable due to the sparse streams of moonlight.
"If you were any smarter, you wouldn't have taken a drive through Hell."
"Who-W-Who are you? And where's Andrew?!"
"An Angel that cares. Rare."
"Angel? W-what the hell are you talking about?"
"Let me ask you: What do you plan on doing once you get home?"
"What the Hell does that supposed to me-?"
"Answer. The question..."
The young man freezes for a moment before snapping himself out of it. "I-I don't know. Go to bed?"
"How many people do you think have a bed to sleep in?"
"Fuck kinda questions is that? Everyone's got a bed!"
"I'm afraid I have to disagree. Because while you "Angels" sleep on your kings-size mattresses, the people of "The Underworld" that you have condemned them, have only the ground to sleep on. You wake up fully rested, they wake up aching. You have food prepared for you in abundance, they scavenge for it with little to be had. You drive in unnecessarily elongated vehicles, they walk too-and-fro wherever they go. And with all this being said, you wallow in your wealth, while they wallow in the dirt. Was it always like that?"
"....Uuuuuuuhhh."
"No. The people here used to be like you, or atleast, weren't like this before." The silhouette gets down from on top of the limo and turns towards the young man. "But do you know what changed?"
"Hey! You stay where you are, man!"
The silhouette slowly begins to walk up towards the young man, who still has his gun pointed at the silhouette as he begins to back way.
"You "Angels" became greedy and took those who had less than you, just so you could maintain or ascend in status."
"I'm warning you, man! I'll cap ya'!
"Or sent good men and women to fight in your wars to achieve more power across already oppressed lands, then proceeds to discard them. You took their lives on the battlefield and at home."
"BACK THE FUCK UP!"
"This "Underworld" is nothing more than a watering hole for the broken and deviant. That you "Angels" damned them to!"
"YAAAAH!"
The young man closes his eyes and pulls the trigger. The silhouette had already ducked before the pull and instantly closes in on the young man. He grabs the young man's arm holding the gun, and then punches the young man in the gut:knocking the wind out of him. He then shoulder throws him and stomps on the man's neck, firmly pinning him down and has the young man by the wrist.
The young man attempts to shoot him a few more times and proceeds to miss each shot. The silhouette then twist and breaks the young man's wrist, disarming him of the gun.
"GAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" The young man squirms in pain. "Wai-wai-wait! You don't have to do this!"
"...Sort of why I stopped you tonight."
"Hey!Hey! If it makes you feel any better, I don't sleep on a king-sized mattress like you think I do, ok? I sleep on a queen-sized. See? We rich folk don't have it as easy as you thi-"
The silhouette twist his foot and soon comes with a loud crack that echoes across The Underworld. Silence soon followed afterwards. The silhouette lets go of the young man's hand. "Damn all you "Angels" who dare mock the damned themselves..."
A limousine is driving down the street, under a highway. Inside is a young man dressed snazzily is riding in the back,smoking and looking out the window. "Man it is late. Can't get wait to get a warm,steamy bath. Gonna need it over driving through this part of Anaheim." Looks up at at the front where his chauffeur is driving."How much longer, Andrew?"
"Not long, sir. Hopefully about five more minutes or so."
"Get move on, will ya'? Don't feel all too comfortable in these parts. Heh. Who would feel comfortable in these parts?"
"Not with those unruly hooligans about, sir."
Ding
"Andrew, what was that?"
The light in the car suddenly flickers until it shuts completely off and the car stops moving.
"Andreeeew?"
"Don't worry, sir. It's probably something wrong with the engine. I'll go see." Andrew exits the limo and closes the door behind him.
The young man waits for a second until something dawns on him. "Wait...In the dark? With no light?!"
Suddenly the young man hears a thud outside. "Oooooh shit...Andrew?''
No answer. The young man slowly reaches under his seat and pulls out a glock 20. He gets out his phone and tries to turn it on but realizes its out of battery. "Shit damnit!" The young man sits their for a moment before he hears another sound. The sound of something dragging across the ground. The young man slowly opens the door and exits the limo. He has the gun pointed and his finger on the trigger. He looks around but he can barely see nothing, even with the luminescent Moon over head, but the clouds are sparsley obscuring the light. He slowly makes his way to the front of the limo but soon realizes: "What good is it to check for Andrew when I can't see shit?" The young man slowly begins to walk back to where he got out "I could wait it out in the car like a smart person-"
"It's abit too late for that."
The young man turns around towards the origin of the voice and points his gun up at a silhouette of a young man sitting on the top of the side limo where got out from, facing away from him. His figure almost distinguishable due to the sparse streams of moonlight.
"If you were any smarter, you wouldn't have taken a drive through Hell."
"Who-W-Who are you? And where's Andrew?!"
"An Angel that cares. Rare."
"Angel? W-what the hell are you talking about?"
"Let me ask you: What do you plan on doing once you get home?"
"What the Hell does that supposed to me-?"
"Answer. The question..."
The young man freezes for a moment before snapping himself out of it. "I-I don't know. Go to bed?"
"How many people do you think have a bed to sleep in?"
"Fuck kinda questions is that? Everyone's got a bed!"
"I'm afraid I have to disagree. Because while you "Angels" sleep on your kings-size mattresses, the people of "The Underworld" that you have condemned them, have only the ground to sleep on. You wake up fully rested, they wake up aching. You have food prepared for you in abundance, they scavenge for it with little to be had. You drive in unnecessarily elongated vehicles, they walk too-and-fro wherever they go. And with all this being said, you wallow in your wealth, while they wallow in the dirt. Was it always like that?"
"....Uuuuuuuhhh."
"No. The people here used to be like you, or atleast, weren't like this before." The silhouette gets down from on top of the limo and turns towards the young man. "But do you know what changed?"
"Hey! You stay where you are, man!"
The silhouette slowly begins to walk up towards the young man, who still has his gun pointed at the silhouette as he begins to back way.
"You "Angels" became greedy and took those who had less than you, just so you could maintain or ascend in status."
"I'm warning you, man! I'll cap ya'!
"Or sent good men and women to fight in your wars to achieve more power across already oppressed lands, then proceeds to discard them. You took their lives on the battlefield and at home."
"BACK THE FUCK UP!"
"This "Underworld" is nothing more than a watering hole for the broken and deviant. That you "Angels" damned them to!"
"YAAAAH!"
The young man closes his eyes and pulls the trigger. The silhouette had already ducked before the pull and instantly closes in on the young man. He grabs the young man's arm holding the gun, and then punches the young man in the gut:knocking the wind out of him. He then shoulder throws him and stomps on the man's neck, firmly pinning him down and has the young man by the wrist.
The young man attempts to shoot him a few more times and proceeds to miss each shot. The silhouette then twist and breaks the young man's wrist, disarming him of the gun.
"GAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" The young man squirms in pain. "Wai-wai-wait! You don't have to do this!"
"...Sort of why I stopped you tonight."
"Hey!Hey! If it makes you feel any better, I don't sleep on a king-sized mattress like you think I do, ok? I sleep on a queen-sized. See? We rich folk don't have it as easy as you thi-"
The silhouette twist his foot and soon comes with a loud crack that echoes across The Underworld. Silence soon followed afterwards. The silhouette lets go of the young man's hand. "Damn all you "Angels" who dare mock the damned themselves..."
