In a random back alley

Kaladan felt life had been far too peaceful as of late. He reminisced a little thinking on how his life had been the past few years 

An orphan at the age of 5 he had been left nothing by his late parents, by nothing it was nothing in the truest sense. No house, no money, no connections to draw on, no siblings, no mention of family. Absolutely nothing. Having nothing meant that he had nothing to lose, which had made him an appetizing treat to the local street gangs in the neighborhood he had been born in. Having known nothing but violence and abuse had tweaked him in ways even he did not know. Shaking his head to clear it he advanced on his newest lick. As he gazed on the feeble man,who after months of pursuit he caught, rage coursed through him.

"You fucking Bitch!" Thud 

Kaladan's hateful eyes looked down at the shivering mass beneath him, his eyes radiating hate so intense it would make even the leader of a nation shiver in fright. 

Why? 

He had finally caught the bitch that had scammed him. While yes in hindsight it was most definitely his fault to fall victim to such a scam, who cared, he had the hoe that scammed him at his feet.

"Where's my money dumb fuck?" asked Kaladan, his tone leaking with malice.

"Who? Who are you!" The man on the ground in front of him screamed, clearly unaware of how he had gotten himself into such a situation.

"Oh? Do you not remember me?" Kaladan grumbled. "HotiDarkSkinKal07 you know that?" He mumbled in slight embarrassment. 

"Ah." The man beneath him let out a slight sound of surprise. "You the bitch that I scammed out of a band on Flashchat . His face lit up a little, clearly finding the situation amusing. 

For that Kaladan kicked him in the nose, causing it to leak like a faucet.Clearly not in the mood he then said. "Bitch? Who the bitch? Refund my money like you said you were, otherwise… He left that sentence unfinished, leaving the man, whose name he managed to find out to be David, to fill up the blanks. He even flashed the pistol he brought with him to enhance the effect.

That clearly set David off as he went from shivering to outright shaking.

"Hol' up friend. I gotchu, just let me leave. I dont have my phone on me at the moment."

Just then a phone rang.

".."

".."

"As you were saying?"

Feeling like he wasn't being taken seriously enough Kaladan took out the pistol, pointing it at David's head.

"Wait! Give me a couple days, I dont have the money on me at the moment!" David exclaimed in sheer fright, his bladder loosening a little bit.

"Hm" Unconvinced Kaladan asked David to take out his phone, which he did with a suspicious amount of reluctance.

Forcing him to unlock the cellphone Kaladans heart nearly dropped all the way to his ass.

What greeted him was not David's bread app or bank account but a call, a call still connected and running.

And to make this heart dropping information even more horrifying was that it was a call to the local police station. 

21.07 The timer read. Seeing that Kaladan knew he was absolutely finished.

It was just now that he heard the faint sound of police sirens. 

"Arghh" He screamed in duress.

Seeing this David took the opportunity to run towards the exit of the alleyway. A stupid decision that was, for David and Kaladan both for as soon as he had gotten merely a few feet towards the exit.

BANG BANG BANG

It's said that only in stress would a person's true colors show. 

A shame that what showed in Kaladan was not cool headed thinking but absolute rage. Instead of admitting that he slipped up he made his situation even worse. What could have just been a few years in jail, just turned into life.

Unfortunately it was then that the cops pulled up to the scene. Seeing a man's convulsing body gushing blood onto the floor, they immediately opened fire. Seeing that the target was black, they shot with even more prejudice.

Kaladans life flashed through his mind. Merely 17, not even 18 he was being shot at like a dog. Dying in some unremarkable corner of New York, having nothing to his name, achieving nothing living as a New York street rat he would die a rat's death. He cried, for he realized he would die not even tasting a bit of money nor fame. His gang would not grieve for him, although some of them might feel saddened at the death of one of their own, what would sadness do. He raged as he tried to shoot back that he would not die a dog's death. He refused to. However, all the words and thoughts in the world would not have been able to save him that night. As a bullet made its way into his head. His head jerked back, and so did his life. Not even a single thought was able to form before he was met with darkness.

"Huh?" 

The transition was instantaneous, at one moment his head jerked back and the next he was in this space. 

"What is this place?"

Not even a second did he think he was still alive, after all that bullet had hit him in the dom.

He tried moving his hands before quickly finding them immobile. 

"Huhhh how the fuck can I even feel my hands, aren't I dead? Wait. Am I still alive but paralyzed…" 

He stopped thinking about it, afraid he would lose his shit. 

He kept on trying to move around before finding out he was able to move his legs, albeit slightly, and it seemed he could only kick them.

"Hmm, so not paralyzed.. Or at least not completely. Now that I think about it, this place is quite wet. And warm.. And there's this thing on my stomach .. Oh Fuck no." It was just then he considered a terrifying possibility,

Am I A FUCKING FETUS.