Not really sure what this is or where it came from.
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There was a time I would have killed such a punk where he stood, never giving it a second thought. A thrust to his throat, crushing his windpipe would do the job. Yet, here I am contemplating my actions. What would that really accomplish? What purpose would eliminating such a pathetic, weak non-threat really do? I had no answer, bur I just couldn't do it.
I had the fleeting thought I was getting soft until I watched this punk drop to his knees grasping his throat. Then again, maybe not, but this new hesitation needed to be addressed. I looked up at his crew to asses the next 'threat', but could only watch as they all fled. Not tough even in numbers. This generation left a lot to be desired.
The punk gasped, coughed, dropped to all fours. He wasn't going to die, I didn't hit him hard enough. "Get up, Sally," I said.
He lifted his head, drool fell from his mouth. "What the hell?" he forced out. He was in pain, no doubt, but he was definitely playing up the drama.
"Two lessons," I said as I grabbed his arm, lifting him to his feet. "First, never underestimate anyone." The punk just looked at me, quickly nodding in agreement. "Second, always make sure you have a support team that doesn't run at the first sign of trouble." he looked around, realized his crew had split. He lowered his shaking head in disbelief.
"Fuckers," he said. He rubbed his throat, stretched his neck and began to stand a little taller. After several minutes he was able to look me in face. "I don't know if I owe you an apology, or a life debt," he said.
"A life debt?" I chuckled. "You may be into SciFi a little too much, my friend,"
"Look, whatever, dude," he began to say.
"A life debt it is," I said, cutting off his train of thought. His eyes grew wide, he stopped rubbing his throat. "Explain to me what you believe this to entail," I said as I sat on the bench. Of course I had no interest in collecting on this 'debt', but I knew this would be a great way to recruit new blood into the
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