Theres blood on the asphault
But no one around
"what just happened here?"
--"i just took care of some clowns"
the voice stepped out of the shadow
with blood dripping to the concrete
he grabbed me by the troat, lifted me off the ground
his lock is to strong, i;m struggling to breath,
like a page from sin city, its hard to believe
--"you see where they went?"
"No..." barely slips my lips
Gun shots go off
His grip lessens, he drops to his knees
He falls backwards: and whispers from his back,"Get em' for me kid"
I've no idea who this thing is or who shot him
but curiosity always killed the cat.