"Smack!"
A large firm hand crossed his face and Luke went flying back into the alleyway. His body bounced along the ground like a rag doll and finally came to a stop next to a trash can.
The street lights ignored this alleyway and no light seemed to penetrate the barrier between the street and the alley. The floor was covered in blood and grime, the brick walls that isolated Luke were decrepit.
Dark blood ran down Luke's face and he grimaced. His body was already covered in bruises from his Dad and now this guy had made him bleed. The constant beatings made Luke's senses dulled to pain but still this hurt like a motherfucker.
His left forearm was broken and a long cut ran down his face. Luke's long brown hair got stuck in his cut making it damp and sticky. The guy who had hit him was roughly 6 foot 4 and had bulging muscles that rapped his massive figure. His attacker was bald and covered in tattoos and scars, Luke knew this person.
It was the person his father owed a lot of money to. Luke's father was in crippling debt due to his gambling addiction and he always blamed Luke for it. Luke could never see the reasoning behind that. The man slowly walked toward Luke's crumpled body lying on the ground, a light glinted off of something in his hand.
All of a sudden the hand was lifted up and brought quickly down onto Luke's hand. Excruciating pain shot through his body as he convulsed and screamed. Tears ran down his face as he finally felt true pain.
Two fingers lay unmoving on the ground as the person beside them screamed and seized.
"Tell your dad, if he doesn't give me my money by next week you will lose more than two fingers. Hopefully, I will see you in a week"
The massive bear of a man slowly walked away grinning at the symphony of screams behind him.
Luke continued to scream until his lungs went raw and his throat ached with pain. He faded in and out of consciousness until the sun rose from the horizon and blessed the alleyway with its first sight of light. The warmth of the sun was unwelcome to the cold malnourished body of Luke who clutched his hand and shivered as pain shot from the nubs where his fingers used to be.
Luke would stay like this until people began to fill the street that the alleyway turned off of. With a grunt, Luke got up, his broken arm lay limp beside him as he shuffled towards the street. Catching the light, Luke saw a glimmer out of the corner of his eye.
The knife used to take off his fingers lay on the ground, bloodied and somewhat dented. A strong urge compelled him to take it and he did. But as he reached to grab it, something appeared before his eyes.
[Dented Knife]
Durability: 8/10
Damage: 1~10
What to the fuck?!