After about an hour of walking back home, a familiar silhouette confronted me. The streetlight reflected off his balding head, his black leather jacket made him look bigger than he really was, and blood shined off his fist from the fight we had earlier. My hands had stopped bleeding from that fight but I knew the wounds would be opened again.
    “Want more?” I asked as haughtily as I could. Then in the streetlight I could see the corners of his lips rising high enough to make a Cheshire cat grin. There was something else that caught the light, glinting at me. At first I thought it was a simple knife but the shape was wrong and his fist wasn’t holding it correctly if it was.
    “What do you want?” I question, keeping myself grounded and calm. Then it hit me, in that moment that he was holding a gun. The gun kept glowing at me, with the added shine of his smile taunting me. I have more sense to not get myself shot, so I spin completely around, starting to sprint out of there but his bulging hand grabbed my collar faster than I could get a step away.
    In my head, thoughts were flying through, my brain having hardly enough time to sort anything. Why would he be so mad to want to kill me? Sure, being beat by a younger and smaller man would humiliate one but enough to get such revenge as death is uncalled for! I hate to admit my fear was overcoming me. My heart panicking while my brain tried to stay calm, my body not knowing what to do just froze in the awkward position. Standing on one bent foot, the other not touching the ground but was going to grab a step, my torso leaning back as he still held my collar, and my arms in mid air trying to grab at something that didn’t exist.
    His gun pressed against my temple, his cheek on the back of my head. “I lost love to bastards like you, I lost homes to snobs, I’ve lost family because of selfish acts done by your kind.” He grumbled in his drunken slurs. I just listened to please the fat ass, and to keep my brains in my head. “Now you mock me in the only place I can sulk in peace” he growled in my ear. If I survive the bullet, I’ll be brain damaged, but if I die I’m not going to a good place in death.
    “Killing just me won’t do anything!” I spewed out, barely able to in his choke hold on my collar, “My kind? This ‘kind’ is apart of the humankind, and you’re human too!” I added, which slipped out. Why in the hell did those things come out of my mouth? There is no use reasoning with a drunkard! I’m wasting my breath and I’m about to die, praying probably won’t do anything right now. I kept my mouth and eyes shut tight, waiting for him to pull the trigger, and I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of my wiggling helplessly in his arms. Mercy.