Snippet #1208222

Razor Eddie took a swig of his over charged Tequila complete with a worm in the bottom of the bottle. He stumbled more than walked out into the street his black trench coat shooting behind him with a sudden gust of wing caught it. He staggered down a dark ally that was too dark for most people. And lifted his head as he caught the sent of unwashed bodies in the air. Pulling out the straight razors he always kept on him. He did a slow turn unfolding the razor.
And like always in Eddie's life that was when his life turned to shit. Mobs of the homeless came form every shadow, He berated himself as he threw the bottle at one of them and he moved to fast for there eyes to track even drunk neat deep cuts formed on there bodies limbs of the street people went flying as blood was flying on the air.
Than things went to even worse shit as one got lucky hit with a make-shift club. Eddie's razor went flying and he fell flat on his back. One of the bag ladies took her knife and cut threw his shirt and the flesh on his belly pulling out ropes of guts. Making sure Eddie got a good look at his bits. Razor Eddie let out a insane laugh calling out to them mockingly " Do your worst. Oh look you mist a bit pull that out too." The street people looked at one and other not used to there pry giving pointers. " oh you have to twist the blade if you want it to hurt." The one holding Eddie gave him the opening he was waiting for he relaxed his grip and Eddie had the other razor out and the man's neck was missing a head before the others could blink.
Than Eddie was a blur again despite the ropes of guts that he was dragging around. And he spun looking for the next corpse. Only to find that they where all dead.



(OCC: Sorry about the first post did not know about that. I don't want everyone dead.)