Lively conversation drifted out of an open second-story window, one from which music sounded out too. The light coming out of that square illuminated this alleyway just a little, trying its level best to make up for all the broken lampposts. Bellowing laughter sounded out from above, starkly contrasting the decrepit nature of the road below. Down here, the scurrying of rats and the hacking coughs of plagued homeless are the only form of music for ears. Gunshots sometimes echo out into the night, the city's version of howling wolves. Without a doubt, all cities have their own shady underbellies. Seedy, lawless parts that play host to swarms of all things evil. Molly had found Bellmuse's.
A midnight moon stared wistfully down, its gaze serving as the only apparent witness to what must have been a commonplace scuffle between drunkard and girl. Molly stood with a hand against a balding man's windpipe, pushing him up against a wall. His buddy was sprawled on the ground, clutching in pain a broken and bloody nose. These two drunks had pestered her ever since the moment she exited a hole-in-the-wall pub. She hadn't wanted to resort to violence, choosing at first to push them away along with a fierce glare. Sadly for them, alcohol had numbed these two to fear. When she saw one of them reach a grubby hand out, they had crossed one line too far. Grabbing his wrist and twisting his arm, she brought down an elbow to snap it in half. The guy fell to the ground, screaming in pain. Molly stifled his yells with a kick to the face, breaking his nose with her cyborg foot.
The second drunk started to panic, floundering about as he tried to run away. Clicking her tongue, she chased after him. These two had pissed her off, and they deserved to be punished for that. Grabbing the man's collar, she pulled him to the ground. Kicking him in the side of his face, she grabbed him up by his hair and slammed him against the wall, holding him in a choke hold with her left hand. He gave out a pitiful squeal. The metal surface of her other hand's fingers slid back, and she brought the blades inches to the drunkard's right eye. They widened in fear, and the man started screaming. His legs started to flail around, frantically trying to escape. Putting more force into her left hand, she choked him till the yelling turned into pitiful shrieks.
"Do something like this ever again, I'll find you, and I'll kill you," growled Molly, staring into the drunk's perverted little eyes. "You god damn lowlife."
A midnight moon stared wistfully down, its gaze serving as the only apparent witness to what must have been a commonplace scuffle between drunkard and girl. Molly stood with a hand against a balding man's windpipe, pushing him up against a wall. His buddy was sprawled on the ground, clutching in pain a broken and bloody nose. These two drunks had pestered her ever since the moment she exited a hole-in-the-wall pub. She hadn't wanted to resort to violence, choosing at first to push them away along with a fierce glare. Sadly for them, alcohol had numbed these two to fear. When she saw one of them reach a grubby hand out, they had crossed one line too far. Grabbing his wrist and twisting his arm, she brought down an elbow to snap it in half. The guy fell to the ground, screaming in pain. Molly stifled his yells with a kick to the face, breaking his nose with her cyborg foot.
The second drunk started to panic, floundering about as he tried to run away. Clicking her tongue, she chased after him. These two had pissed her off, and they deserved to be punished for that. Grabbing the man's collar, she pulled him to the ground. Kicking him in the side of his face, she grabbed him up by his hair and slammed him against the wall, holding him in a choke hold with her left hand. He gave out a pitiful squeal. The metal surface of her other hand's fingers slid back, and she brought the blades inches to the drunkard's right eye. They widened in fear, and the man started screaming. His legs started to flail around, frantically trying to escape. Putting more force into her left hand, she choked him till the yelling turned into pitiful shrieks.
"Do something like this ever again, I'll find you, and I'll kill you," growled Molly, staring into the drunk's perverted little eyes. "You god damn lowlife."