You want kids? Done. You want to never work a day in your life again? Done. You want to watch everyone and every thing bloody beneath your feet-

Done? you replied and cut him off

No. I'll put a gun in your hand and stand at your back, I'll teach you to aim. All you have to do I sign right here.

He pointed to the dotted line on the set of paper dangling in front of your face, a face void of emotion looking dead at you as you sit on the wet sidewalk. The cold rain water dripping off your body was a mere after thought, were you really going to take his offer?

He stood crouched down to your level, he's men standing around him in a semi circle, one of which held an umbrella over his to keep him dry. The dichotomy between you growing ever more, you wet with nothing left to steady yourself, and him with all world had to offer.