We all know people’s different stories, how they were treated in life, what they work as, it’s something that humanizes all of us.

But some people are way different.

[SAN FRANCISCO, 11:21 PM, OCTOBER 21]

You were walking down the streets of Daly City, people here and there, we all know California is basically a hell hole, crime rates are high, you’re almost never safe.

For some reason, there wasn’t that many people outside.

Eh, it’s like, Monday anyway, some people are working overnight anyway.

The cool air licks at your skin as you walked down the sidewalk, clicking on your phone, and to your luck? You face collided into a pole.

You groaned in annoyance, a sharp pain going through the nose as your phone collided with the concrete and skitted to a stop next to a weird looking alleyway.

Now brother, this is the same fate as people in horror movies when they scream “HELLO?!” And instantly get stabbed in the heart and die, or get..I don’t know, possessed??

But, curiosity got the better of you (Alright brother), and you squinted at the weirdly lit alleyway, rubbing the bridge of your nose and slowly approaching.

..

You bent down to grab your phone off the concrete, looking around to make sure no one was catching you being a dumbass before you entered the alleyway.

Now, I don’t know just WHAT you were doing, you could’ve been blasting white girl music in the alleyway while singing along? Or cowering the whole time, but hey, if I was in your position, I would want to find out what was inside a dark, creepy “so-not-murderous-and-mysterious” alley in Daly City.

So you walked deeper into the alleyway, until you could barely see anything but the moon and the stars hovering above the world, seeing some movement beneath the shadows, you raised an eyebrow.

..

Hm, you looked down at your phone, and squinted like an old little grandma trying to figure out how a phone works (Dude, turn your brightness setting down.). You held down on the flashlight setting before the white light near the camera of your phone lit up.

And you pointing the back of your phone at whatever was bothering you, or, making your wonder what that was disturbing the dark.

..

A woman in her 20s, holding a gun, blood splattered on her tie, her hazel eyes turning to stare at yours.

Oh shit.

That was bad.

She got caught.

If so, your heart rate spiked up in maybe slight fear, shock, why is a woman-

Is that a dead body disposed.

..

So you actually accidentally stumbled upon an Assassination, but also I guess a murder, and because of your..I guess smart ass for being curious, well, there you have it.

Just, a long time of staring eye to eye at each other.

..

You couldn’t make out much of her face, but-

”You have about three minutes to explain JUST WHAT you’re doing out here.”

In an instant, she slammed you against the wall, you grunted against the force and the dull pain that went through you from getting your back hit into the wall without warning.

Damn she’s rough.

You felt a cold, metal barrel kiss your forehead as she took a step back and held the gun pointing at your head, steady, waiting for an answer.

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About ten seconds wasted.

The woman’s face was ice cold, it could make a shiver run down anyone’s spine.

Her finger was interlocked with the guns trigger, just resting on the trigger.

..

But it soon tensed up slightly, pulling the trigger ever so slightly, but not enough to trigger the gun.

My dearest, better start talking before you get shot and removed from this planet like an annoying pest.