Thread: A New Face

The BMW-5's engine roared to life as it bolted down the street, away from the Law Offices of Stebleton, Carlos King. Damien King, a 20 year old college student had just left the Law Offices where he worked for his father, James King, a powerful attorney in the city. As he flew through the streets, avoiding all of the red lights he could, he took in the surroundings. He usually was home by now, and didn't generally get a chance to see the night life in the city. Diners, bars, and clubs were open with rich guests entering them. It was a nice view and he knew that one day he'd be successful enough to spend his evenings this way, but right now, he had to get home and cram some studying for his final exams. As he approached Main street and Market, sirens and lights filled the air. A firetruck pulled beside him and slowed to a halt, stopping near the intersection. A few moments later, an ambulance and several police cars were on the scene of a three car accident. Damien looked at the scene and then his gold Rolex 947 P.M. Crap he muttered. He wasn't going to get home for hours now that he was stuck waiting for this accident scene to be cleared up. The alley perpendicular to him caught his eye. It was dark, gloomy, and sat between a Sub Shop and a Closed Pizza Parlor. The north-side didn't have too many closed buildings so it was quite interesting to see one here, next to all the wealthiest hang-outs. Damien turned into the alley and headed East. The East-side wasn't the best of places, but he had to get home besides, what sort of trouble could there be? As he continued through the East Side, trying to catch a good route North to go home, he hit a red light. The BMW came to a stop at the light, waiting for the phantom traffic to speed through the intersection so that he could go once the light changed. It seemed like ages. Suddenly, a woman banged on his window. She smiled and waived a bit not looking scared or anything. He cracked his window a bit. He saw she was wearing very little clothing and had a small purse over her shoulder. Hey baby, want a fun time? I can tune that fine body of yours if you'd like, hehe... The cute little giggle at the end set him off a bit. He was tempted, but knew better. No thanks, now you take care of yourself, alright, Damien shot back? The light turned and he continued down the street. He couldn't believe that just six blocks to the West were these prestigious places, with these sophisticated people and right here, were the whores. As he ran into another red light, he noticed a peculiar looking whore on the corner. This specific one looked uneasy and out of place. Just then, a car pulled up with a scruffy looking man in the drivers' seat. He rolled down the window, and leaned over. The man made some lewd comments to the young whore. The young whore looked around, and then at the car, not sure if he should go. Damien had no control over what he was doing or so he'd later say to himself. He ran the red light, and pulled up to the curb. He climbed out of the car, and approached the young whore. The way the teen walked in the heels tipped Damien off that this was something out of the ordinary. Hey... you. Where are you going? The scruffy man darted a mad glare at Damien and then called for the teen to get in the car. Damien walked closer, this time, looking at the teen. The face looked anything but normal. If he didn't know better, he'd have thought the teen were a boy. You can't go with him. Damien said. The teen looked at him inquisitively scared a little, Damien guessed. No, sorry... can't go with you pal, now move on. The man was about to get out of the car, but Damien had been prepared. He pulled a 9MM from his back and aimed it at the man. Get back in the car, and drive on. NOW. Damien watched as the man left. He looked at the teen sure that he might have just saved the youngster. Alright, get in my car. Lets go.