He held the gun like he held a cigarette. It was familiar. Like second nature. He didn't need to brush his black hair out of his eyes. It didn't matter that under the bridge smelled like piss and the pathway was dark. He could sniff the fear from a mile away.

"Sorry man..I'm sorry…j-just d-do-don't kill me…" The teenage boy whined and slunk sideways along the wall in fear. His gun followed the kid.

"Look man..y-you can have my cash!" The kid pulled out his pockets. Change and bills fluttered to the floor. "Have my k-k-keys" He shakily reached to his side, and unhooked the bunch of keys from his oversized pants. .."please man..just please…don't shoot…"

The gun rose higher, and the kid froze.

"Okay! Okay! " The boy lifted his sweatshirt, and grabbed a bag duct-taped to his chest. Pulling it off in one hair ripping tug, he threw the bag of cocaine towards him. Before the bag could fall to the floor, the kid was off in a flash. He swerved to the left and tore up the river's embankment, leaving all of his goods behind him.

He slowly lowered his gun, and looked at the trash on the floor. He kicked the drug bag away from his feet, and made his way out the other side of the tunnel.

A few figures emerged from the darkness. A heavy muscular bald man, walked past him without a second thought. A tall, fit blond, grasped him on the shoulder. He stopped, but didn't look anywhere but straight ahead. The third figure, a slender blonde female in skin tight jeans and a tube top, intertwined herself against his gun wielding arm. It was quiet request to stay, and the guy heeded it.

The bald man knelt on the floor, and picked up the bag. Opening it and giving the content a quick whiff, he nodded towards his boss.

"It's real blow."

"Good job kid!" The blond man slapped his back in pride, but it barely seemed to register.

"But…you let him get away…" The seductive girl whimpered, but still there was no response. "I guess you should still get a reward though…" She let her voice lead off, as she pressed her soft body against his lean arm. She looked up into the locks, but couldn't get a view of his eyes through them.

"I don't want it."

He had no need for more money, women, or drugs. He saw more than enough of that in his parents' line of work.

The bald man scuffed, as the girl pushed herself closer against him. She could feel the gun against her thigh. He still had his finger on the trigger.

"Didn't you hear the man Lizzy. He doesn't want your reward." The blond man gave the girl a dangerous look, and she slowly backed away, returning to the darkness. He turned to smile darkly at the gun slinger, and squeezed his shoulder.

"Sorry kid. We've just been admiring your work around here lately, and wanted to get a closer look at you. How would you feel about joining up with us?"

The figure didn't respond immediately. He reached into his black jeans and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. Taking a long drag of the tobacco stick, he flipped his hair back and raised his gun. The blond boss took a step back, not at the gun, but at his narrowed eyes and obsidian gaze.

"Fuck you."

He squeezed the trigger.

"AND CUT! Lets wrap that up. Actors, take ten. Start setting up for scene 13! Cain-san…" The director turned around to speak, but the actor was gone.

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I don't write often, and when I do, I usually know exactly how I want my story to go. However, this time, I just wanted to force myself to visualize Ren violent. I had to write this as I went, and tried to stay in as close to a deadly type character as I could. I hope this is okay.

I so don't own Skip Beat. I just wait patiently for the updates.