Apologies for the lateness.
It was a dark and stormy night, the night sky covered by damp cloud cover, broken only by the occasional flash of lightning. Gabe was on his way home from a long day of working in the mines. He was tired and wanted nothing more than to simply fall into a dark, dreamless sleep on his mat on the floor of his apartment. But he was still cautious, peering around and occasionally touching the handle of his knife for reassurance. Faces leered at him from the shadows, looking for a quick way to make some money. Not that anybody had any these days. Luckily, he was tall, standing at 6’9” with broad shoulders and big, calloused hands from years of working in the mines.
It wasn’t always like this. He could still vaguely remember a time when he had enough to eat, and the streets were safe to walk on at night. He and his parents would go for long walks in the moonlight, until far past his bedtime. But it all changed in an instant. A new currency, dubbed the Brexit Buck, was introduced. And everything went to hell after that. Gabe remembered cold, hard nights on the streets and a never-ending feeling of hunger that could never be stated, not even on those few nights when his parents scraped together enough money to get a half-decent meal, including an entire loaf of bread and two cans of soup.
Gabe shuddered, and pulled the ragged remains of a coat around his broad shoulders. Light spilled out of the bars still open at this hour, as well as drunkards and others that sought to find solace within the depths of a tankard. He could hear drunken cheering, singing, and cries for help as the ones that preyed upon these people reached their intended goal. Most of these people had no money, and were drinking still only because they were selling their children and wives, or the bartender took pity on them.
He walked past another bar, which was teeming with gang members and shady people. A gunshot rang out, and someone screamed. Another person ran inside, wearing a brown duster and going quickly. Gabe frowned.
If he was a detective, getting his fix would be even harder. After all, highly caffeinated tea had been outlawed ages ago, long before he was born. He was taught in school that it was outlawed because it was highly addictive, and that it caused many cancers and illnesses that two times out of seven were fatal. The only reason Gabe was still working in the mines, even with his lack of sleep, was tea. But somehow, he still hadn't died yet. Some said it was from his strong metabolism. Others said he was just simply lucky. He didn't really know which one it was, but he was thankful he wasn't dead quite yet.
He shrugged. One detective probably wouldn't be very much of a match for the syndicate henchmen. Normally, there were around four or five to keep customers from not paying up. He strode inside, hands in his pockets. The syndicate thugs and the man in the duster were facing off. A thug yelled something incoherent, and then all hell broke loose. A storm of bullets whipped around, along with pebbles and fists and kicks. The detective was a whirlwind of destruction, taking out three of them within the span of five seconds.
Gabe stood frozen near the door. He had never seen anyone try to defy the syndicate before, and win. The syndicate took what it wanted and crushed those that stood in its way. And then it was over. The detective stood there, breathing hard. He then perked up, and walked into one of the back rooms. Gabe followed, trying to step as quietly as possible. They went into the backroom, where the henchmen normally took the people that didn't pay to be beaten. Gabe quickly hid behind barrel. The detective pulled some sort of device out of his coat and said something into it. A creepy smile spread across the detective's face. He opened one of the barrels, and peered inside. Gabe's eyes widened.
Stacks and stacks of tea lay there, hundreds or maybe even thousands of tea bags, more than he ever knew existed. Could he sneak around and take as many as he could carry? He had seen what the detective had done to the henchmen. It was risky, that was for sure. But it sure could be rewarding.
Sighing in resignation, he slowly pried open the barrel in front of him. There was a small creak as the lid of the barrel finally gave. Gabe froze. The detective hadn't heard it. Gabe breathed a small sigh of relief, and scooped up several handfuls of tea. The detective still hadn't moved from his position, and was still talking into his device. Gabe slowly scooted over to the door. The door had been left open, and Gabe dashed through. He immediately started to run. The detective by now had heard him, and would be coming after him. Gabe dashed through all of the alleys and shortcuts he knew, not stopping to catch his breath nor slowing down for fear of getting caught.
He finally arrived at his apartment, and collapsed on his mat. He now probably had enough tea for a year, before he needed to get more. Then he heard a knock on the door. "Mr. Itch?"
Gabe got up and walked to the door. "Wh-Who i-is it," he stammered, trying to keep the fear out of his voice but failing miserably. There was no reply. Gabe slowly opened the door. A fist slammed into his gut, followed by a knee to the face.
"Enjoy jail, thieving scum." The detective's face was leaning over his. That was the last thing Gabe saw before he blacked out.
Theresa May started it all. She was the one to cause the downfall of what was once a great country. The vote that changed everything happened on Thursday 23, 2016. Thirty million people voted, and the winning vote was to leave the European Union with only 51.9%. To think it all would have been different if six hundred thousand people voted to stay…
The year is 2056 and what was once a good country is now rubble and full of monsters. The rest of the world is still chugging along seeming to have forgotten about us. You shake your head as you walk down the alley following a lone dark figure. The sound of light rain is pattering against the brick building that are close enough together that you slide your hands along the walls as you walk. The light is fading causing you to shorten the distance between you and the dark thug. With only a couple of feet left, the man turns suddenly slashing at you with a knife. Without thinking you grab his wrist and tug throwing him to the ground in front of you. As soon as the man hits the ground you press your knee against his neck. The man sputters something under the pressure and you lighten up a little to listen.
“How did you find me…”
You ignore him as you hand cuff his wrist together and tuck the man’s knife into a bag.
“You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have a right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed for you.”
“You little son of a…ackshsf…” You press down on his windpipe again as you get up and jerk him to his feet.
Once the man regains his footing you toss him against the wall. A deep thud echoes down the alley as the hooded man snaps his head against the dirty bricks.
“I am Detective Logan; I know you are a messenger between the gangs. I also know that you are heading to a meeting now. What are the gangs trying to do together,” You sternly ask while drawing your pistol and pointing it at his knee.
“Stick it, Detective,” The man hisses at you.
Without blinking you pull the trigger and a thunderous boom sounds. Your gun jumps back as a bullet races towards the man’s knee. A second goes by before the man reacts to his kneecap exploding and the sound of his screams as he falls to his side.
“My leg…You shot my freaking leg,” The man yells while grabbing his knee.
“Now I will ask again and if you do not answer my question then I will shoot the other one. After that I will shoot your elbows and if you hide your arms then I will simply shoot your crotch…Understand.”
The man turns white and shakes his head while whimpering.
“What are the gangs trying to do. Why are they meeting tonight?”
“They are meeting to form the largest gang in the country. Instead of destroying each other they are going to try and come together and dominate every other little gang that emerges.”
“Where and when are they meeting tonight?”
The man pauses to take a breath. Then cracks a little smile.
“At the end of the alley, it opens up into a courtyard and it was at midnight.”
Your eyes widen a little as you tape the side of your watch. It lit up a light blue and it showed five passed midnight.
“Oh fuc…”You begin to say when two loud pops sound from the end of the alley. The hooded man jerks to the right as a bullet enters his skull. Another one splinters the bricks an inch near your head. You jump behind the man using him as a personal shield. You feel a couple impacts on the body. A moment of silence and you hear mumbling and then some footsteps.
You take a couple breaths and then snap up and fire three rounds. Before you duck back down you see one hit and take a man down. The other two only hit the walls. More impacts hit the dead man. You hear footsteps again and snap up. Right as you rise up you realize the footsteps were just a ploy. Several men had their guns sighted on you and you see several flashes of light. You don’t hear the guns firing but instead you feel sharp pains all over your chest and arms. Your arm drops to your side as you hang your head and look down. Blood is pooling around several holes in your chest and slowly you watch as blood drips on your badge hanging from your belt.
The last thing you hear is footsteps and you feel cold steel press against your head.
“Unbelievable, this is the seventh detective we have killed this month.” A dark burly figure speaks as he tucks his pistol back into his waistline.
“I know, I know, they just keep coming like rats from the sewers.” Spoke a man built like a scarecrow.
“So what do you say, we finally join together. Then we can take down every gang that thinks they can poke their head in our business.”
“Yeah I think it’s time we did this, as long as we start with the cops and their hounds.”