“Give me your wallet.” The cold gun stared me down.
Goddamit, this is the third time this week.
I sighed, “I’ve got no money if I would have already given it to you.”
“I said show me your wallet do you want to get shot.”
“Okay okay, I’ll show you, just stop shoving that gun in my face” I quickly reached into my pocket.
“Slowly!” he warned
I withdrew my wallet. “See I tol-”
He snatched it and ran away.
“Hey, it's got like 3 dollars!” He could at least have left me with the wallet, I didn’t have a lot of things left from my dad.
As he reached the end of the alleyway. A moped roared to a stop at its entrance. A hooded masked guy scrambled off and snatched the thief’s bag before pushing him into a mound of trash bags. He hopped back on the moped and disappeared. Just then another guy appeared, grabbing the guy's jacket and mask before taking off as well.
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I couldn’t help but laugh. This city really was corrupted.
I walked up to him almost bending over in laughter.
“That’s hilarious, you might just have worse luck than me!”
The robber scowled. “It’s not that funny.”
“Funny? This is hilarious.”
The robber buried his face in his hands.
“How am I gonna support my daughter now? I was stupid and didn’t empty it, it’s got more than I make in a month. “
The seriousness of the man's statement drew my laughter to a stop.
I nodded slowly wiping the tears from my eyes.
“Why didn’t you shoot him.”
“It’s empty,” He confessed. “I would never try to kill someone, it's not right, how would I be able to face my daughter.” He shook his head at the thought.
“I guess we’re more similar than I thought.”
“Can I get my wallet back?”
He handed it back. The familiar worn shape fit perfectly in my hand.
I stared up at the sky.”This city doesn’t care about people like us, it's corrupted, it would just be to the benefit of the filthy rich in this city for us to keel over and die.”
I felt a dangerous grin tugging at my lips, electricity danced across my skin. My mom always told me this feeling would get me into trouble, but she’s dead now so it doesn’t matter anymore. I squatted down to him.
“I say why don’t we work together.”
“What….?” The robber was able to get out.
“ Let’s start a gang, crime rules this city, There’s no point in getting a legal job they would just steal whatever we make with our hard-earned time, money, and dedication.”
I stretched forward a hand.
“What do you say, partner?”After a moment's pause, his hand clasped mine.
My grin threatened to split my face. “Looking forwards to doing business with you.”