Daily Journal-- 2/18/11

A man walks out into the cold night air. His hands are shaking from what just happened. His hands were blood covered and he was staring at a scarlet snow dust on the pavement. It all escalated so quickly. It started out as just a regular old shift at Subway, making sandwiches. At around seven o'clock, an hour before closing time, a shady character in an all white tuxedo walked into the shop. It was just him working tonight, because Fred went home sick. He asked "Can I help you with something?" The shady man walked up to the counter, pulled a small pistol out of his pocket and said "Make me a Spicy Italian on Rye or else you're dead, kid." Maybe it was the adrenaline rush that led to his next decision, or maybe it was his loyalty to Subway. He leaped over the counter, elbowed the man in the face, and knocked him out cold. So cold, that he thought he had killed the shady man. His boss would be coming back any minute to come lock the doors for the night, and he panicked. He knew he had to hide the body, so he brought him to the alley outside of the store. Suddenly the man stood up again, and reached for his gun. He stole the gun out of the man's hands and shot him twice in the face, and once in the scrotum. The man fell to the ground, blood-stained.