Chapter 2 part 4

“We never said nothin’ about the card being purple, scum,” one of the other men said.
“Where is it?” the leader demanded. By the looks of them they seemed to be rebels. My eyes darted to my courier bag. The knife inside seemed to be my only hope for defense at this point. I raised my hands and stood, moving toward the bag. The man’s finger moved toward the trigger.
“I get it for you,” I said in a falsely calm voice, my eyes never leaving the gun. I backed toward the door where my bag sat with my boots. I took my eyes away from the barrel and searched though my bag, seemingly looking for my card. I took the knife in hand and turned the bag over to show it was empty. “See? I don’t have it. But I’ve got something else for you.” I charged at one of the rebels, driving the knife into his arm and slashing the chest of one of the others.
“Stupid move, kid.” The one with a gun said. His finger began to press the trigger when he hesitated. He stepped towards me and bashed me in the head with the butt. I crumpled and they made their escape. My apartment went blurry then faded.
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Alright I think I'm done. Good luck to whomever is next!