Felix twirled the gun in his hand nimbly, he was surprise how comfortable he felt with the strange metal weapon, and as a rat scurried across his path, he pointed the gun and pulled the trigger. *BANG*, the sound echoed throughout the tunnel, and Felix was temporarily stunned. He didn't think the gun was loaded; but what was even more bewildering, was that he had hit the rat, head on, from about 10 feet away! Felix dropped the gun, and stared jaw-dropped at the blasted remains of the small creature.
Felix was awoken (he hadn't even realized he had fallen asleep) the next morning by a ruckus from above. He slowly got up, and looked down at the gun staring back at him. He picked it up and stuck it in his one of the pockets of the large overcoat he wore year-round. The gun felt odd banging up against his belt, and Felix wasn't used to having something to carry. He wasn't like the other bums, he didn't feel the need to burden himself with possessions. Felix heard a faint bang from above, much like the one the gun had produced the night before, and he quickly checked the gun to make sure it hadn't gone off. But, it still lay in his pocket innocently looking up at him.
Felix made his way up the stairs onto Rouse, and just as he had stepped into daylight, a car rushed by, almost taking off his toes. Felix looked around only to see Donald holding his calf, blood running down towards his foot, a small puddle staining his shoes. Felix stared blankly as a crowd of people filled the streets. Tara ran across Felix's path from the pub, she glanced at him and gave a soft smile, before rushing towards the growing group of people. Felix stood away from the group observing, there seemed to be a lot of people out today, something had been happening at the Jaguar dealership, and everyone seemed to migrate from there. Felix stuck his hand in his pockets, fingering the gun lightly, careful not to touch the trigger, when he saw a man creep out from the alleyway, Felix thought he looked suspicious, but didn't pay much heed, no one else had noticed. The small city had become swarmed with police and as one passed by, Felix heard something on the radio attached to the officer's shoulder about a guy who escaped from the town jail. Felix happened to look up, and saw, on top of the bank some guy screaming about being Jesus, everyone turned and stared, and as Felix headed back into his tunnel he wondered if he was the only sane person in this city.
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