[an impact that knocked him flat on his back in the middle of the sidewalk, crushing the contents of his backpack with the force of his body weight slamming down on them.]
Nic’s head instantly begins to ring out like a freshly struck bell due to the back of his head briefly tapping against the concrete just hard enough to provide the right bruising to swell into a small lump in the coming moments.
“What’s up now bitch!?”
The statement was quickly followed by the all too familiar sound of a racking slide chambering a round in a semi-automatic pistol. Nic’s vision is still obstructed by the tears that have managed to well in his eyes as a result of the impacts, but he knows exactly who is speaking to him. With spit showering in all directions the thug from the previous encounter displays his anger with another 9mm pistol in hand pointed at Nic while nearly uncontrollably shouting.
“What? You thought I forget dat shit you did to me nigga? I told you I was gonna cap yo bitch ass- Faggot-ass nigga!”
In his rage filled expression the thug accidentally squeezes the trigger and fires off a round that lodges itself in the pavement right next to Nic’s face. With both ears ringing with the death swoon of dying eardrum cells, Nic throws himself to his feet and forward right into the thug. The weight of Nic slamming into his chest causes the thug to fall backwards. Not before accidently firing another shot that strikes the driver of a passing vehicle. The car continues to travel about half a block before turning into the lot of a corner market and crashing into another parked car.
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