Warning : I use Ai when Writing as i am a shitty writer i can't write shit and i have limited vocabulary but have many ideas i can't bring to light so i use ai to bring it to life, so yeah not like my story then fuck off.
I died in the most horrible way i was shot by... my Nut or balls either what you call it and it fucking hurts like, What the hell!! My man I am a big person and all of the places you choose is to fucking shoot me in the ball.
That is a bad place to shoot. I know that i was trying to take the gun from you but what the hell man, even i know that it's an accident but just why you are the most stupid robber of all time. so before you judge me on the things that i am rambling about let me take flash back it.
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Hey man thanks for the gig today in the catering.
I said to my friend Rey to the Phone as i just got the payment for the gig a few hours ago. As a was waiting for the Bus to arrive a blond guy looking thug came up to me holding a gun like it was a normal for people to hold a gun like bitch be looking like that one guy from boondocks. Hey man give me yoo money, Right now. Blondie said to me and i just reply calmly. Like really man, there is so many people in the other location that looks like have more money than me.
Why Me? like, look at me man you look rich than me. do you even see, man look what i was wearing. a fucking flip flop, a shorts with holes and a faded shirt with ketchups stains and a basketball cap that clearly a fake one.
I remove the cap from my head and points to a clearly miss spelled bulls but with the missing one l so its just say buls.
Then he got angry at me. Bitch just give me your wallet and that Money you got. i just heard you like 10 mins ago about some gig and shit. he said so i did
No funny business blabbery mouth or i will put holes in you!!
As i was reaching for my wallet and the money from the other pocket a cop came buy and he realize something that something is very wrong as why a white man robbing in day light like who rob in the day light and me giving money to the guy.
The cop then pull out his gun then shout at us wearily: Hey!!! You why do you have your gun out. he shouted to the thug.
Thug then say : He have a debt in me that he don't pay for a month so i came personally to collect.
Cop: Is this True?
Me: No. No. he is robbing me
Cop then panic and Shot a warning shot: Bang. Bang.
Hey put the gun down you( Thug) I then Panic too and remember that one video about self defense on how to disarm a person with a gun.
then i launch myself towards the thug like i just jump at him then we fought for the gun. I try to grab the gun but then,
The thug just sidestep but i graze at his hand that points at me then i just stumble but grabbed into him and we both fell to the ground and we just have a fist fight while the cop is running towards us then he just heard a Bang. Bang.
And i see blood in me i got shot one in nut and one to the liver. and then the thug run but got shot by the cop as that is my last few things i see and the last thing that i hear is that the cop checking on me.
Cop: Hey are you breathing, shit can you open your eyes, shit, Hey this is officer Jeff from district 9. Someone is Shot and the suspect is dead. send an ambulance right now.
Cop: Shit...Shit.. Sigh.. what the fuck....
Me : +.+ Died that is all and i am just now in the purgatory or just some random ass white place.
This is the chapter with AI
( Yeah i use Ai but i do the draft but hey if you want to read the ai or the not one i will just include it )
I open my eyes to blinding white light—no ceiling, no floor, just endless void. My head pounds. My chest aches. I try to sit up, but a hot, searing pain shoots straight through my groin like a lightning bolt. Wait… that's not right. Everything fades to black again.
Flashback
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It started like any other Tuesday. I'd just finished a catering gig downtown, sweaty but buzzing—my friend Rey had already texted me about grabbing drinks later. I counted my cash: enough for a small feast and a couple of beers. I pocket the bills, sling my battered backpack over my shoulder, and wait at the bus stop under Manila's scorching sun.
A stray dog naps on the curb. Jeepneys roar past. The scent of fried fish and diesel hangs heavy in the air. I tug at my stained shirt—ketchup from last night's hotdog binge—and glance down at my hole-riddled shorts. Flip-flops slap the pavement as I shuffle. I'm a sight, but hey, pay day feels good.
Then he appears.
Blond hair slicked back, leather jacket glinting, eyes scanning faces like a shark sizing up prey. He strolls toward me, a semi-automatic casually aimed at my chest.
"Hey—give me your money. Now." His voice is soft, almost bored.
I laugh. "Really? You sure you want me? Look at me—your target is wearing holey shorts, ketchup stains, and fake NBA cap that misspells 'Bulls' as 'Buls.'" I rip off the cap and point. "I'm the poorest man at this bus stop."
His face twists. "Shut up. Give me your wallet."
I shrug, fishing for my wallet. "Listen, man, there are chancers with designer bags two feet to your left—"
"No funny business, chatterbox! Wallet." His finger tightens on the trigger.
I freeze. For a second, I'm the calmest man alive. Then a shout from behind:
"Hey! What's going on here?"
A police officer in District 9 uniform steps out of a patrol car. His gaze darts between me and the thug. Heart pounding, I realize how dumb I look letting this play out in broad daylight.
"Sir, show me your badge," the robber snaps. "This guy owes me money."
The cop squints. "Is that true?"
I shake my head. "No way—he's robbing me."
The officer's hand flies to his holster. "Put the weapon down!"
A loud crack echoes as he fires a warning shot into the sky. People scream and scatter. The robber's grip falters for a split second—and that's all I need.
I've watched one too many self-defense tutorials. Adrenaline spikes. I launch myself at the thug, arms outstretched. We collide in a tangle of limbs, gun clattering to the pavement. We wrestle for control. His leather jacket sweeps across my face, leaving sparks behind my eyes.
His hand swings, grazing mine—and suddenly, there's a gunshot.
Pain explodes. My world bursts red. I taste metal. My knees buckle. I collapse on top of him, sweat-slick and heavy. One bullet in the groin, another tearing through my side to my liver. The world spins.
The cop dives forward, tackles the thug, shoving him away. He fires again. This time the robber crumples—lifeless—just as I slip into darkness.