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it's hard to yell

run devil run

You're at the wrong place at the wrong time. When you walk into the john you see some guy kneeling on the tiles. There's a gun in his face and a scary son of a bitch attached to it but before you can get the hell out of there you find yourself staring down the barrel of a 9mm as well because the scary fucker's equally scary partner has walked out of one of the stalls (and hasn't washed his hands yet - ew). Dragons, Devils, you've heard these names before and now you can attach faces (and semi-automatics) to them. The man on the floor is bleeding and begging but they're not going to kill him, they're just going to beat the shit out of him as a warning. And you're really worried that they're going to do the same to you, the innocent bystander, so you're kind of relieved when you feel the butt of a Sig P250 crack against the top of your skull, making the scene just

fade to black.

when the barrel's in your mouth

sin city

sk_swing's organized crime playground.
Not a fic, not a rpg, but something in between.
Membership is closed, but feel free to watch.
This writing project is very open so please comment.
Warnings: violence, non-consensual sex, adult themes.

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