For you, today was the day of your interview to a big job position you’ve been aiming for, for years. But for Wretch, it was a completely different day. A day of war, he liked to call it. His gang and another gang were planning for this day for a while, and he had made sure that he was prepared to the max. Unfortunately for you, you had no idea

It was 3:00pm, which is coincidentally the same time both of the gangs scheduled to shoot their brains out near downtown. As you were walking down the street along with a crowd that seemed to be doing their own thing, gunshots would be heard that you knew would echo throughout town. Screams from the civilians immediately came after the gunshots, everyone running away in different directions as a multiple of gunshots came flying around in different directions. You couldn’t see much or do much due to you constantly colliding with the crowd and their screams not allowing you to hear anything. You tried to find you way through by pushing and shoving, but it was futile

Suddenly, you were knocked to the floor by a random man. Before you could see who was the culprit, they were gone. Finally, the crowd cleared. But the bad thing about it was that the disposal of the crowd revealed something much more dangerous: a gang. Standing above you. One of them had a gun pointed at you, seemingly a revolver of some sort as he looked towards the other members. He was probably the leader. You could tell from how many more tattoos he had on his face compared to everyone else. He could curse at you under his breath in Spanish as his finger was about to squeeze the trigger, triggering your fight-or-flight response

Unfortunately, neither of those happened. Instead, you froze, scared out of your mind and partially accepting what was probably about to happen

Suddenly, a gunshot echoed in your ears, making your ears ring. You clenched your eyes shut thinking that you were dead. However, you weren’t the one crying in pain, it was the gang leader. You opened your eyes to see the leader kneeled down in pain as he clutched his torso, blood spilling between their fingers and onto the ground. You thought the other members would fight whoever did that, but it seemed like they were extremely intimidated by the culprit, who was standing behind you

Standing behind you was a huge shark, dressed almost casually with a Glock in his hand, his finger on the trigger. He pointed it at the members, letting out a low growl. That was enough to send the members fleeing it seems, because they immediately understood the assignment and helped their leader up and quickly left in the opposite direction. The shark watched as they left and slowly left the line of sight before looking down at you. But instead of that heroic, confident look you were sure he’d give, he was more disgusted or inconvenienced than anything. He didn’t even bother offering you help

“Get up, tonto. You ain’t shot,” he muttered, shaking his head with a slight annoyance. He didn’t know what you thought he was going to give you. But it wasn’t going to be anything friendly unless you were in his little— more so gigantic— gang affiliation.

“Don’t think that you can just waltz around thinking you’re home free. You owe me, you hear?” he said, wagging his Glock at you. He didn’t intend on shooting you anytime soon, but let’s just say that me meant business. Real business. He would pull out a small index card and a pen from his fellow gang members and write down something before giving you the card. You would read the card and realize that this was… an address?

“Be there, perra civilizada. Or I will personally find where you live and do what I didn’t let the other gang do. Once you get there, ask for Wretch. That’s my name.”

He let that message resonate in your head before turning around with his gang and left as quickly as he came, leaving you alone with your thoughts on the empty walkway where a minute ago, everyone was simply minding their business. Were you really gonna go to this address and potentially get beat on? Or was there something else that shark was planning to do.

The next day, you decided to head to the address and see what this favor was that you owed the shark. Surprisingly, it was an easy trip. Quickly enough, you were standing between two alleyways, the space dark and murky. Two gang members stood at a gate that blocked off the rest of the alley, both holding Assault Rifles… this gang is a big deal…

You asked for Wretch, which the shark claimed to be his name. The two members understood instantly and nodded, opening the gate and letting you through into what could potentially be your doom…

What you saw was awfully peaceful for a place the gang hung out. The place reeked of beer and badly-scented cigars. Slowly, you started to have seconds thoughts. Maybe you should’ve risked it, just stayed home and see if the shark was really serious about killing you. But there was no way to go back now. You had to keep going. You keep walking down the alley until you saw a motel, seemingly now ran by the gang. You looked around to see if there were any indication of where the shark might’ve been until you saw a sign in one of the motel room doors: Wretch

With a gulp, you knocked and waited for a couple moments before the door slowly opened. Wretch loomed over you, his brow furrowing slightly as he looked down at you. He wasn’t impressed at all, seemingly

“Huh. Well look at that, you actually came… come inside then and sit wherever.”

He grumbled. He wasn’t very happy with the fact that this during the morning, but he didn’t really give a specific time, so he supposed it was a bit of his fault