[2:00 AM]
"'Ya bringin' 'ya gun?"
It was two in the morning but sleep doesn't seem to exist in the underground world. To them, it's the perfect time for business. The streets are empty, chilly and dark. The moon was at its fullest and thus gave them light to see the surroundings.
"No," TOP answered.
He was staring at his cellphone for the nth time that day. Contemplating whether he should open it and read whatever text messages he received or not.
GD gave him a cold stare. "Ya should."
"It is not necessary."
"Yeah, it is, if 'ya wanna stay alive lad."
TOP sighed loudly and gave up. He placed his phone inside his jacket pocket. He massaged his forehead. He only had eight hours of sleep for the past four days, resulting in a terrible headache.
"I'm not a killer GD," TOP stated coldly.
"Fine, but the rule still stands here even if 'ya hafv or 'ya don't hafv a gun. 'Ya kill them or thy kill 'ya brotha'," said GD and threw his cigarette away. "'Ya sure 'ya wanna do this?"
"Do I have a choice?" asked TOP with a deadly tone and gave GD a glare.
GD ignored his glare and smirked at him. "'Ya don't. 'Ya don't haf'ta gimme that look. Right now, I'm 'ya only friend."
TOP didn't say anything back. Right now he doesn't have a choice. He can only trust GD in this situation and he detested the idea of it.
"Here, 'ya take it," GD handed him a pistol. "It's a semi-automatic. 'Ya point the gun and 'ya pull the trigge'. It's easy."
It was a black 9x19mm, K100, semi-automatic pistol. One pull, one shot. Easy.
"If 'ya wanna stay alive, 'ya definitely haf'ta take it," GD explained when TOP didn't take the pistol from his hand. "It's for protection."
TOP finally relented, he took the gun and stared at it for a while. It was heavy, made of pure metal. He held it in his hand, it was perfectly made for his strong grip.
Guns were originally made for protection and not killing. But this small machine causes a massive increase in crimes, obviously not being used for its original purpose. It was a tool used for committing a crime. And those who pulled the trigger, even for protection, the blood of their victims will forever be in their hands.
It was the devil's tool.
"'Ya like it?"
Men invented such a tool. And this tool creates monsters.
"No," he answered in a cold tone. "It disgusts me," he added before stepping out of the car.