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Chance hit the ground with a hard thud, their fedora fell off. A black shoe pressed into their chest, pushing them onto the ground. The shoe moved and sat on their throat, pressing down enough to keep them from talking.
"You so fucking pathetic, always needing me to help you. You know you'd be nothing without me." He snarled. He stomped on Chance's hand, making them cry out in pain.
"You always follow me around like some fucking pathetic ass puppy." He sent a kick to their stomach. Chance grunted in pain, their eyes started to feel hot, tears threatened to spill out. Another kick was directed to their chest, most likely breaking a rib. Tears finally started to fall from their eyes, streaming down their face.
"Look at you, crying like a damn baby, can't even handle a few kicks." He suddenly reached down and grabbed Chance's hair roughly. He then slammed their face into the concrete shattering his glasses and busting their head open.
Still holding their hair he punched Chance, breaking their nose. Blood flowed from their nose, running down their face. He grabbed their throat, making it even harder for Chance to breathe. He then threw Chance back down and kicked their diaphragm, making them start wheezing.
"I don't know why you ever thought I loved you." He punched them in the face.
"No one could ever love you."
He hit themin the chest.
"You're pathetic."
Another punch was directed at their face.
Why? I gave him everything. I loved him so much. Maybe that's why I'm not fighting back. I should've. No.
"You deserve all of this. I should leave you here for the rats."
I do. I really do. I want him to love me. Please. Don't leave. I need him.
He pulled out a knife. Chance felt a sting as the knife was dragged along their cheek. Then he stabbed Chance's thigh. He pulled it out and stabbed their stomach, purposefully avoiding any vital organs.
Blood was soaking into the clothes they were wearing. Their head hurt like hell. Their lungs burned. It was hard to breathe. Tears and blood were mixing. They started choking on their own blood.
He wrapped his hand around Chance's throat once again. He started to choke them as he pressed the knife further into Chance's stomach. Chance's vision started to fade. They couldn't breathe. Their lungs burned from a lack of oxygen. Suddenly, his hand left their throat.
Chance was unable to see why as they no longer had their glasses but they heard him groan in pain. They saw a dark blob punch him. Chance wanted to get up and help him but they couldn't, his entire body hurt. So they just helplessly laid on the concrete, soaked in a pool of their own blood. Watching as the two blobs fought, their vision started to fade in and out.
Chance saw the blob that they assumed was him fall down as they passed out.
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Chance woke up, their entire body ached. They opened their eyes, it took them a moment to realize that they were not in their apartment.
They were on a quite comfortable, but small, bed that had dark grey sheets that was in the corner. The room was dark except for the door, which was slightly cracked open, letting some light into the room. There was a chair pulled up beside the bed but no one was in it. The bedside table had a cup of water and what looked to be pain killers.
Chance was confused, they had no idea where they were. What happened, where was he? Shit. He was going to be pissed. They hadn't helped when he was being attacked, now he was in some random place.
Their stomach felt sticky, and fuck it hurt badly. They could hardly see, not because it was dark but because there was bandaging over one of their eyes. They tried to push themselves up but they were too weak too. They groaned in pain. Chance's eyes snapped to the door as they heard quiet footsteps approaching.
The door creaked loudly as it was opened. A man stood in the doorway, he flicked the light on. Chance squinted, hell even with light they couldn't see. Where were their glasses. They looked at the man, he had a black fedora that casted a shadow over his face. He wore a sleek, black suit, his jacket had fur, making him appear larger than he actually was. His shoes had a slight heel.
"You're awake. How do you feel?" The man said as he gracefully walked over to Chance. He sat down in the chair, and peeled the blanket away to look at Chance's wounds.
"Everything, fucking, hurts. Who, are you?" Chance croaked out, their throat stung, maybe talking was a bad idea.
"Thought so, Chance, and, don't worry about my name." Chance's eyes widened as the man said their name. How the fuck did he know it?
The man grimaced as he looked at the bloodied bandages that covered their stomach. He started to peel away the bandages, making Chance wince in pain. Chance looked at the wound, fucking, it hurt so badly.
"How- I never- My name-" Chance stammered out, panicking. The wound throbbed angrily. The man put something on it that stung. The pain quickly numbed.
"I've been watching you for a while now. You're quite skilled with guns." The man laughed quietly as he reapplied the bandage to Chance's stomach. The man turned and looked Chance in the eyes,
"I- what-" Chance was freaking out, how the hell did they not realize that someone had been watching them. The man chuckled, but it wasn't malicious.
"I'd like to offer you a deal." The man smiled, I couldn't see his eyes, I couldn't tell if it was genuine. The man, almost like he read Chance's mind, took off his fedora, allowing Chance to see his face.
Oh fuck, he was hot.
"What kind of deal?" Chance managed to squeak out. They laughed nervously.
"You're good with guns, and you have a lot of potential. You join us, we'll keep you protected from that fuck. So, what'dya say? Deal?"