[i]Vince Rike[/i]
[i]Alleyway[/i]

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Vince groaned. His black eye was throbbing and, though he wasn't a medical expert, he was sure that a couple of ribs had been broken. Only adding to the pain was his empty stomach. He hadn't eaten in a weak and Vince felt like he was dying.

The dark haired man lay slumped against the wall of the alleyway, too weak to move. It was just his luck that he had chosen a gang member to try to rob. Just what was he thinking! It didn't help that the gangster's friends were just around the corner. They had given Vince quite the beating. If it wasn't for the sound of police sirens making the gangsters run, then they would've surely killed him.

He looked around. Maybe someone could help him? Yeah right...no one was gonna help a bum like him. At least he could try. A boy sitting in the curb caught Vince's attention. "H-hey..." he managed to call out. "Kid..."