1 Broken by Brokers

Chapter 1

 In the corner of an alleyway is where I will meet the end of my fate. My knees buckling, face full of bloodied dents. I didn't believe in the rumor that loansharks were as rough and tough as the stories described them.

 I borrowed money to open my own fitness training center, I'm obsessed with anything that will cultivate man's body into a perfect and solid structure. The dream of becoming the strongest in the world! It is man's romance.

 "Look at this kid, laying on the ground in front of his saviors. Pathetic." grumbled one of the two men.

 "We shouldn't take so long or someone might come looking, just do it." Sighed the other.

 The first man took what was inside his pocket and pointed it at my stomach. "If you lie to us about how much you have, I'm going to find out right now." He said with the most horrid grin.

 These assholes were actually going to try and torture me out of the money? Even if I die I wouldn't let these bottomfeeders go back to their bosses and give them my cash. Would my life really be worth anything then? The least I can do is die with my chest out. I know that most people would call me an idiot, but, I don't care.

 "So it's going to be like that then? Haha! I love doing this part!" He sounded as giddy as a toddler would with a brand new toy. Through his mask, I could see the night sky as if it were a canvas and his dirty squinted eyes as the main feature. Well, this scene could be described as a nightmarish painting, I guess.

 "This kid isn't even scared huh? No fun." He finished his sentence with a hint of disdain in his movements as he casually brought the knife up from his intended target and slit my throat.

 "Damn scum go -" My words were cut short and I tried to frantically breathe. Only bubbles of air were forming the small pool of blood at the tiny slit on my throat. My vision fading dark as I failed to get any air, I drifted into nothingness… Or so I thought.