1 idk I'm bored

The man stumbled walking into the alley. The blaring sounds of police sirens barely overpowering the sound of the heavy rain hitting the streets. The street lights casting a haunting shadow as he stumbled yet again collapsing onto the ground.

He pulls a cigarette from his coat pocket trying ever so hard to keep it from being claimed by the downpour. His lighter soaked makes nothing but useless metal box in his hands. Grunting he tosses the cigarette into the floor.

"It's such a joke, It's not even my fault". His baritone voice bouncing off the walls.

"How was I dupposed to expect that? How did they know we were coming?".

Clutching his chest he pulled out his hand stained crimson. He coughed, the blood dripping from lips.

"Such a shame." A disembodied voice said from the dark.

"Hearing voices Huh? Looks like the Devils come for my soul". The man groaned.

The man's eyelids grew heavy as the darkness swarmed his vision.