Ok, as you all know, I'm putting all these ''random memories'' out to satisfy you, well, more chapters are in production. The biggest problem I have with writing is the dialogue, so yeah, I just have to study more. Enjoy, and also I'm writing another story in the little free time I have.
*humming ''beyond the sea''*
''Can I get a refill on my coffee please?'' A young voice said
''Sure dear.'' A female voice said
*door opening*
''Oh shit...'' Another voice said
''Hmm?''
''Grab him.'' An older voice said
*struggling*
''No please! I can get the money tomorrow! Don't hurt me!'' A voice cried out
''Who the hell do you think you are? You're scaring all these people!'' A young voice yelled
''Grab him too!''
*More struggling*
''Whats your name kid?''
''Um... Benedict Arnold!''
''Brass knuckles.''
''What?"
''Sure thing boss.'' A gruff voice said
*Punch landing*
''Kill him.''
''No wait!''
*Gunshot*
''You killed him! In front of everyone!''
*Another punch landing*
''Do you think I'm an idiot boy?''
''You're nothing but a criminal...'' The young voice growled
''A criminal? Kid, I own this town! Now, whats your name?''
''Fuck you.''
''Punch landing*
''Whats your name!?''
''***** *******.''
*another punch landing*
'' Argh! What about the police?! Why aren't you and your thugs in jail?!''
*Yet another punch landing*
''Its simple kid, I own this town. Why can't you get it through your thick skull?''
*Coughing*
''I swear I'll-''
''You'll what kid? switchblade''
''Here ya go boss.'' The gruff voice said
*Switchblade opening*
''Let this be an example, your lucky I'm in a good mood today.''
''Fuck you!''
*Stabbing, cries of pain, body hitting the ground*
''Lets go boys, we have other business.''
*footsteps retreating*
''You motherfuckers won't get away with this!!'' The young voice called after them
*Blood dripping*