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“Run Dark, run!” How many times I’m going to say this to myself, like a mantra that reminds me of how to live and to survive, an alarm to my senses that I must escape, whatever it takes, wherever I’ll be. Time runs so fast like what my feet are doing now, I don’t know why they keep on chasing me as that woman have more than enough jewels to care about minus this piece of gold I have in my hand. I know what you’re thinking about me, and you are so right! I’m snatcher, an expert stealer; my hand is so fast and light that prospective victims can’t even recognize something is missing. I’ve been doing this for four years now.

I drifted to a deserted vacant lot, I’ve been here once when I’ve delivered cocaine to boss’ client, those filthy rich teenagers who like to go wild and hit all pubs in the metros, under the influence of drugs.  I loathed those crap they don’t need to work for them to eat, as a matter of fact, they have so much excess that they tend to use it recklessly, buying some garbage. Here I am now, breathing violently, that was close! But not too close to grab a piece of me. I’m tired, really tired of doing this…for those junk imitating human form.

I remember, how many times I’ve been trying to get away to that filthy as hell hideout, that whenever I tried, things getting worst! The very last time I took the shot to sneaked out, I’d witnessed the most horrible thing a child could ever see, Yellow wants to run away, very unfortunate, a regrettable decision he’d ever made, junkies found out and sent the boy to what they call “surgery room”, they were four junkies surrounded Yellow, they took his clothes off, everything. Without any hesitation, that devil tore his body opened, Yellow begged with his fainted voice, I could imagine how excruciating he felt, his voice got weaker and weaker and died! No! They’d killed him! That bullcrap, they took Yellow’s internal organs and the last thing I’ve heard, they sold it in the black market. Since then, I never left my guard down, I’m facing them with my poker-courageous-face that they almost think I can be their next generation evil-as-hell heir. I worked hard, been working hard to gain their trust, to become the devil they desired me to be.

“What a good dog you are, Dark.” The leader said while eyeing the gold piece on his hands, playing like an expert jeweler inspecting the necklace. He taps my shoulder, “give him his dog food” he ordered to other junkies.

Dog food? That’s the only reward for at staking my soul. I stared at him, no, glared at him when he focused again to my “quota”, in my mind, “be happy now you junk, the last thing you’ll know…I already slit your throat.”

“Get up early tomorrow precious Dark-dog; we’ve got a new project for yah” he told me before I left him and went to my “room”, almost a detention cell, smutty and creepy place that I have as a “bed spacer”, cultivates all my fear, agony,  grudge and plans.

I finished my food, and about to lie down when Blue approached me, He is same as old as me, but we’re very  unlikely in terms of agility and speed, he can’t run as fast as I do so he can’t be a good snatcher, but he has his own witty strategy to gain “quota”, has been asking for alms, cleaning cars’ windshield during traffic build ups and riding almost all jeepneys in the city to clean every passengers’ shoes, it’ll take him a whole day to reach his “quota”, unlike my modus operandi, just a snap away!

“Dark, I heard the boss told his client over the phone that he will send someone to kill the client’s prospective project. That someone is you.” He told me, almost whispering.

I rose in shocked.

To be continued...

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