Newborn

"You have to forgive my companions, they are..unprofessional..." The ram man approached Alex after giving each of his goons a shoulder squeeze. 

"I guess that's like..His thing?" Alex thought.

"So uh, Dante, What're we s'posed to do with him? Shoot 'em?" Louis questioned, a finger thoroughly up his nose. Dante squinted at him in disgust and promptly smacked him upside the head.

"No, we-"

"Boss, he's getting away!" Ronnie oinked as

Alex scrambled up.

"Hey, c'mere!" Louis screamed as he attempted to snatch Alex, but was left grabbing air as he dodged the goons grasp.

"Get him! He's running away!" Dante screamed, angrily jabbing his finger towards Alex, who could only yell back,

"No! Leave me alone!"

Desperately Alex pumped his legs as he heard the labored breaths of Ronnie and Louis behind him. 

"Shit, what do I do?!" Alex threw a look over his shoulder, noting the distance between himself and them. He made a hard right into a small alleyway which led into a labyrinth of even more. He kept running, going in whatever direction his body led him to.  Eventually he happened upon a dumpster and hid behind it, catching his breath. It wasn't long before he heard the two men run past him. 

"Geez...It's so dark all of a sudden.." Alex tried to look around himself to see where he even was, before remembering his phone. He quickly did a pat down, terrified when all his pockets came up short. 

"Where is it-" Remembering it was taken when he first ran into them he cursed and slapped his forehead. "Damn it all!" After a while he peeked out from his place behind the dumpster. "Well, I guess they're gone.." 

Alex stood and stretched out his hands, feeling around. In his urgency to escape he had no time to memorize how many turns he made and which way was which.

"If I can't find my way out of here.." Alex went to lean on the nearest wall when he was suddenly pushed from behind. Before he could process what was happening, a powerful kick sent him flat up against a wall. Alex tried to shake his head and ground himself before a fist connected with his face and oh hell did it hurt. 

In a pitiful attempt to fight back he swung his fists in the space ahead of him, feeling his knuckles make contact with flesh and a low "oof".  It was a completely different voice, it wasn't Louis, Ronnie or Dante. It was a stranger, someone who wanted to hurt him. 

 He had to think quickly, and for the umpth time that night he made a regrettable choice. 

"If my attacker is a male then.." Alex swung his leg up, hitting his target with his knee. It was the lowest of the low, a move no man makes upon another man lest he risk his honor. 

Alex heard the man gasp in pain and drop something, the sound of shattering glass brought his attention to a glowing pink goo that lay on the ground not too far from him.  He only had a moment to acknowledge it before he felt his head being grasped from behind. 

"TAKE THIS ASSHOLE!" Then Alex was pushed, falling face first into the goo. He tried gasping for air but it didn't work, the man holding his head in place. The mysterious slime came alive and assaulted his nostrils and mouth, the taste of the slime on his tongue was a citrus sort of sweet.

Before it reached his ears he heard his attacker murmur from above him:

"Fuck, glad thats over with. Let's go."

Alex blacked out.