A door flew open with a metallic clang as a man crashed through it. He landed with a meaty thud and the scrape of dirt across old asphalt.
He scrambled to gain his feet, to get away from the door but only find the line of parked cars offering their bumpers. Gasping for breath, he climbed one. He only got as far as the trunk.
“Ya fuck. Ya really think ya cheat me? At ma own place?” The big man pushed his victim’s face into the body work, then spun him back arched across the newly dented trunk. Face full of new blood.
A right hook sent that blood flying across the alley parking lot. The big man reveled in sadistic righteousness that extended to the two other men who had come to join him. The victim’s face was out of expression, having spent it all on the fright that had been punched away. The sadist pulled his arm back, a wicked grin of anticipation on his face for the next bow.
“You know, I wouldn’t hit him again.” The voice was deep and light coming from deep in the alley. “Any more punishment and he’ll have brain damage, like you guys. Can’t have that.”
“Ya? And who the fuck ‘re ya?”
The man stepped into the light, confidently advancing on the scene. Broad but not tall. White shirt and black pants. He took in half a hotdog into his mouth in a single bite and then said around it, “I’m his fucking mom.” He swallowed. “We’re late for soccer practice and the pudgy fuck needs to burn off some fucking mallomars.”
He took another huge bite and threw the rest into a convertible. Chewing with his mouth open, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. Crumbs and flecks of meat dribbled down his shirt as he thrust his hips, letting his dick flap.
“Get him.” The big man said to his companions.
The now half naked man smiled at them pushing food through his teeth. They looked at each other and backed away, shaking their heads.
“How about you? The man said through his food. “Wanna play?”
The big man threw the now barely conscious man to the ground and walked back through the door. “Crazy Fuck. Whatever, have him. Never come back.”
Stars descended on the man. He stumbled to stay up on one hand while the other grabbed his nose. A thin orange line in a circle appeared were the blood ran through his palm. The crunch of boots rose over the singing stars.
“So. I am hoping that you are Donnie.”
The man nodded, trying to keep a hold on his nose and consciousness.
“Good. We should get going. That trick only works so well and I’m out of hot dogs.” The man zipped his pants up as he walked back into the alley. A fob to turned on the lights of a car. “You can walk, right?”
The injured man nodded and then fell to his knees shaking his head.
“Damn.” The broad man went back to help the injured man up and helped him limp his way to the car. “Must have taken a few licks inside. What cha do, anyways? No offense but you don’t seem like the bar fight type.”
“Thought I was cheating … pool.” He walked a pace and then threw up on the ground. They walked through it.
“Whatever. Good thing I got this urgent call, then, or I’d be picking up at the morgue. Come on. Car’s just up ahead.”
[Author’s note: This is the project for NaNoWriMo 2017. I’m posting my words as I go so I don’t just write nonsense or political rants or porn. These first two are prologues and they do not count towards the word count. While not great, I have polished them a little. Everything else, not so much. I’m going to try to get the nonsense out of the draft before posting but no promises. Hopefully there is enough story there to get me to 50K words. If not… porn it is!