Are you threatening me?
“Are you threatening me?”
There's a knife to your throat. Of course he's threatening you. What a stupid fucking question.
He must think so too, because the look he throws you tells you just as much. The blade’s weight against your skin lightens just the slightest bit in his surprise and you have your chance-
You punch upwards towards the bend of his elbow, and his grip on the knife loosens enough that it goes clattering across the cement. The surprise on his face is delightful, and you take full advantage by bringing your knee up as swiftly as you can right between his legs.
And he's down. Bullseye!
“Wow. That wasn't that hard, actually.” You've never been mugged before, and you knew it wasn't something most people walked away from. Guess your not most people.
Turning your back towards the asshole on the ground, you make to leave. No need to stick around when you were done here.
What you don't see, however, is the guy recovering quicker than you'd thought probable. He crawls over to the knife, and the only warning you get before he runs towards you is him yelling like some kind of idiot.
Well, shit.
You turn, but he's gone?
Well, not gone. There's a crash at the end of the alley, and you can see a hand hanging out of a dumpster clutching a knife. What the fuck?
“ya really should be more careful, doll,” You spin around, and leaning against the wall at the mouth of the alley is a short skeletal monster in a grey suit. Oh, great. One of those mobster monster types. Definitely not a crowd you need to get caught up in. He's grinning at you, hands in his trouser pockets. “you could've gotten hurt playin’ ‘round like that.”
“Don't see how it's any of your business.” You brush yourself off, and make to leave. “Don't get me wrong, I'm thankful for your… help, but I had it handled.”
“oh really?” He pushes himself off of the brick wall, and you can see the gun concealed on his person. “didn't seem like it.”
“Whatever.”
You walk away, feeling his eyes follow you. You really can't afford to get caught up in any of his affairs. You owed him now, so you knew this wouldn't be the last you ever saw of him even if you wanted it to be.
If he ever needed a favor he'd find you, somehow. Monsters are just good like that.