I stepped out of Hit Parade. Walking right past the bouncers. They looked a little confused seeing me, but didn't question it since I had stepped out from inside.
Scott… I was sure, would do everything I told him. He was a smart man.
The helmet and the gloves had to go, so did the knife. I had already did the best thing with the bag by giving it to the homeless addicts, it would be good to do the same with the rest.
I found myself at the alley again. Beaten and tired, the homeless were all on the ground. Or rather, they were just three, the rest had probably ran away from the bouncers.
The three of them looked at me, their eyes wide.
"It's him!"
"That man is back…"
I think, it was better to call them addicts. That was what had brought them here, not homelessness but this gambling addiction.
My body was aching, it was extremely painful. The tenseness at the end had just added more to the effects of the fight already.
