David had hidden from the very
beginning, of course. Both of the goons had left the alley in pursuit of Neil
who, while not being the one who had given away their location, had been the
only one the goons had seen. David had chosen to creep out and escape while the
thugs pursued Neil.
David
had seen the goon wearing the leather jacket, but had also seen the second
goon, the one with the rusty voice. The rusty voiced goon was much shorter, and
was wearing only a black t-shirt with the tour dates of a metal band on the
back of it along with a pair of dirty blue jeans.
The
metal fan veered left, when the man wearing the leather jacket veered right. It
was obvious to anyone spectating that the metal fan was to somehow cut off
Neil, should Neil head in the direction that the metal fan was heading.
David
wanted to give Neil every chance he could get.
David
kept on his person at all times a switchblade he’d inherited from his
grandfather. He pulled this out as he pursued the metal fan, not entirely sure
of what he’d do once he caught up with the goon. The fast goon had soon
vanished, but the second goon took his sweet time in going wherever it was that
he’d chosen to go. David didn’t know exactly where Neil had gone, but he was
pretty sure the metal fan was headed in the wrong direction.
This is
because the metal fan was headed for the bridge, and Neil’s house lay on the
side of the river that David and the metal goon was currently on. David kept on
him for a time, clutching the switchblade in his jeans pocket. They passed
several houses with the lights still on inside, not at all uncommon on a late
Saturday night. David had decided his pocket was a safer place to keep his
weapon
The goon
walked onto a staircase that ran parallel to the bridge and ascended to street
level, where he continued to walk, heading across the river. It was at this
time that David decided he’d better double back. This whole exchange, while
pleasant and calm, took exactly the same amount of time it took the leather
jacket wearing goon to finally catch up to Neil.
Neil had
recently face planted in the worn concrete of a well worn road.
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