John Lester walked through a bustling street in Vegas. Steam rose from man-holes and flashing Neon lights were reflected in puddles along the Street's edge. John had a gambling problem, and liked one Casino in particular.
A puddle rippled as John stepped in it. He held his coat tighter around him, and said,"Why the hell is it so God Damn cold around here all of a sudden!?" It was definitely reason for concern. Nevada barely ever got cold. And Las Vegas getting Cold was completely out of the question.
"Johnny....." A voice said. The noise almost seemed to drift on the cold night wind. John looked around quickly and fastened his pace. He thought that someone might be following him. A mugger, or someone like that. He turned into a back alley and gripped the Revolver tightly in his jacket pocket. He had bought it to fight off drunks and muggers, and to get him home safely to his wife and kids, who didn't know of his gambling problem.
Then he heard it again. "Time's up, Johnny........" It seemed closer now. He walked under a fire escape and was pulled up onto it, then thrown to the roof of the building, about three stories up.
By the time John knew what was happening, he was lying on the rooftop with a shadowy figure leaning against a rooftop shed. "Time's up Johnny. You're debt still isn't settled. He'd like your payment now." The figure held out his hand.
"No...No!" John said," I still have more time!Give me 'till tomorrow! Noon! I'll get your money!"
Within one quick minute, the Figure had ran over to John, picked him up, and held him against the edge of the roof, threatening to throw him over. Now that John had a good look at him, he looked almost inhuman. He had fur all over his face and arms, fangs, and claws digging into John's flesh.
"Not an option, Johnny." The creature growled,"If you don't have the money, He'd be Tony'd be just as happy with anything you have to offer," The creature pulled out a picture of John with his wife and kids,"Like them."
"No! Not them!" John yelled. The Creature laughed. "Don't worry. They'll think you committed suicide. I'll just take this as a substitute for Him." The Creature reached into one of John's coat pockets to pull out the last of John's paycheck. $100.
In a last resort, John whipped out his revolver and moved to pull the trigger. The Creature, before John could react, turned the gun up and towards John's neck. John pulled the trigger.
BLAM
Cryo stuffed the $100 dollars into his pocket and looked over the edge. There was John, lying on his back with a blank look on his face, gun still in hand.
Cryo turned from the edge and began walking away. "Welcome to Vegas, Johnny."
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