Fight Alone, Die AloneA Story by Megan*SHORT* Set in a futuristic American city, this is the beginning of a story of theft, love, respect, battles and murder. Written on request of my friend.The clicking of her heels on the concrete seemed lost in the noise as she walked away from the dark sedan that slowly rolled out of the parking spot and back into traffic, leaving her to walk up to the well lit apartment building, flashing a smile at the doorman as she tucked her coat more tightly around her thin frame. She looked up at digital numbers of the elevator, stepping in to the open doors and pressing the lit up 15, as the doors closed she brushed her straightened dark hair behind her ear, rubbing her lips together as the elevator ascended. The elevator doors opened and she stepped out, walking towards the only door on the floor, knocking softly and brushing her coat smooth against her curvy body. The door opened and she smiled softly at the man that stood in the doorway, his dark suit jacket hanging loosely from his muscular frame. He smiled back at her, his thoughts written clearly on his face. She was prettier than the last few girls that had come up here, and he was grateful. Not that he hadn't had an enjoyable time with those other girls, quite far from the truth. He stepped back, the almost empty bottle of Smirnoff hanging from his fingertips. -x- Sitting in the dark sedan a few blocks away from the apartment, Jake exhaled from his second cigarette, blowing the smoke towards the empty passenger seat, looking at his phone, the almost transparent screen showing the time, 10:47 PM, and no reply to the text he had sent five minutes before. He glanced it over as he clicked on the picture of Megan on his screen. "Don't take too long. And try not to kill this one." He smiled slightly, knowing she would appreciate the joke, and imagining what her response would be. He flicked the cigarette out of his car, counting the seconds as they ticked by. He picked up the pack of cigarettes, counting the remaining smokes in the pack. Seven left. He cursed, putting them back down on the center console. Cigarettes were expensive, the prices of many things had skyrocketed recently, cigarettes and alcohol seeming to haven taken the brunt of the rising prices. The jump in cost made them more difficult to acquire, which made less and less accidents happen in work places, fewer murders and so on, at least that was how the governmental systems viewed it. But they didn't take into account the underground, and exactly how much people were willing to do, just for a single cigarette, for just a drop of liquor. Robberies increased, prostitution also took a spike, as more people did more degrading things every day in order to either get money or the addictions they craved. The underground drug market had also fallen to darker and darker circles, as the governmental systems attempted to crush it while it was small. They had only missed their opportunity a few hundred years back. Drug lords kidnapped, raped and murdered their way back on top, finding more and better covers for themselves, keeping the heat off of them. The lower ones, the crazed addicts that raped women on street corners and broke into million dollar homes, they took the brunt of the fall. -x- Megan walked around the bedroom, picking up articles of clothing, pausing for a few seconds to send a message and then looking over Derrick's passed out body on the bed, the sheets tangled around his naked form. She smirked slightly, she wouldn't of minded sleeping with him. At least, past the moments when they'd both lost their clothing and she pulled the needle and syringe from the bottom of her heel, slipping the needle into his skin and sending him into a painless sleep for the next six or seven hours. She shook her head, picking up his discarded pants and pulling out his phone, flicking through until she came across the bank records, putting her phone next to his on the table and streaming account numbers and information from his to hers, mentally adding up the numbers, the millions of dollars as she re-dressed herself, pulling her hair back as she pressed a few keys on each phone, the money draining from his account to a small private account, the amount flashing across the screen of her phone. 387.5 million dollars, in the blink of an eye. She smiled, slipping her coat back on, shutting down the information link. She found it almost ridiculous, how everything depended on technology, and how easy it was for her to destroy a persons life with a few keystrokes. She looked towards Derrick one last time, pressing the keys to delete all the information on his phone. Too simple. She buttoned her coat, walking towards the door to the apartment. -To Be Continued- © 2012 MeganAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on October 23, 2012 Last Updated on October 23, 2012 AuthorMeganCOAboutHello, my name is Megan. I'm a small town girl from Colorado with some big city dreams. . I haven't written in a long time, though I've been putting more and more time into it. I started writing whe.. more..Writing
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