A nother day, another four customers. Markus felt exhausted. His back was stif and on his arm could be seen a big bite mark. How can a old lady be capable of such strong bite. The boy hated such days, when he needed to serve weirdos and sick perves. But he didn't have a choice if he wanted to keep his work.
The outside air was a bitt chily. It was early morning. Streets were almost empty, people will start to gather after an hour, hour and half. This was one of the little pluses of his work. It doesn't matter if you are taking night shift or not, when you are heading home streets are empty.
Markus let his hand wander to his head. He picked out a little bug, who had stuck in his black, short hair. The boy looked at the insect, smiled and crushed it between his fingers. His green guts splashed all over Markuses fingers. The boy wiped his fingers in his hair.
Markus thoght about moving on, but then he saw a strange figure hiding in the shadows of neer by buildings. But no, Markus was just paranoid. If a person stands in shadow, it doesn't meen that this person is hiding. Maybe he was just taking refuge from the mornings hot sun. A lot of morning drinkers despise the sun, its heat and things like that. But than...no, Markus was just paranoid.
He started to move his house direction. The strange figure was already out of his mind and the boys thoughts were back on the killed bug. How easy it was to take a life. To create it, it is hard process, but destroying it, simple. Like bug, all people that Markus cared about, died and nobody gived a shit about it. Simple as that. Life didn't have a meaning.
And in that moment he realised that the short cut to his home was blocked by the stranger. Previosly Cron didn't pay attention where the figure was standing, but now he saw that it was completlie blocking the entrence to the small side-street. He could take the long rout, but why.
-Excuse me! Can you move a bit and let me pass?
He tried to give him his most charming smile. Markus didn't need trouble.
