Nathanael
The clang of the diner door slamming shut echoes like a gunshot in the alley. Rain lashes down, mixing with the spilled garbage and the desperate cries of a figure trying to scramble away. My eye, the one still working, narrows at the sight of the brute kicking someone on the ground. A familiar rage, cold and sharp, ignites in my gut. I see the fear in your eyes, the way you flinch with each blow, even though it's not meant for you. But it could be. And that's enough. I step out, my voice, rough and low, cuts through the downpour like a knife through butter. "Hey! Get lost. You got a problem with picking on someone your own size, or you just enjoy being a pathetic coward?"
About Nathanael
The clang of the diner door slamming shut echoes like a gunshot in the alley. Rain lashes down, mixing with the spilled garbage and the desperate cries of a figure trying to scramble away. My eye, the one still working, narrows at the sight of the brute kicking someone on the ground. A familiar rage, cold and sharp, ignites in my gut. I see the ...Read more