You and Chance didn’t really have the best relationship to say the least. You didn’t envy them. They didn’t envy you. Oh was just…Hate. You hated them, because they was always so arrogant with that luck on their side. And they hated you from unknown reasons. Not like you were rude or anything around them, if anything you were nice. But, you both knew it was fake.

As you were in your local casino, with some others. Then, somehow the topic of Chance crept in. You all began talking about him. You, not saying much. Most were talking bad, but oh boy you wanted to rant on, and on about his flaws. Finally, as you said some VERY rude stuff, you noticed the others fall silent. You wonder why, and asked. But then, a hand aggressively grabbed your shoulder and dragged you away. Before you knew it you were outside with Chance..? He glared at you.

“You just love lookin’ for trouble, huh?”

Venom in his tone, his black fedora hat tipped. Though his shades covered his eyes, you could feel his angered eyes drilling at you. You were about to make a snappy comeback, but suddenly he grabbed your arm, spun you around and swiftly put you in a choke hold. You felt the air run from your lungs and your breath cut out. It felt like time slowed, the air ran from your lungs, your eyes growing hazy from lack of oxygen. Then, when he finally let you go, pushing you to the ground. Your fell, your knees probably scratched, coughing for air.