Darkness Street

It's twelve o clock midnight in a broken full moon, Russ is waiting in line to pick up the latest hit game Machete Three for the Wintendo Flick. The line to GamePit covered half a city block and the blue Saiyan crossed his arms and huffed waiting in line for three hours so far. 'Ugh! Why did I come here in the first place if the line is gonna be this freaking long!? Man, I should've stayed home and bought a digital copy.' The whole trip felt like a waste of time, he could exit the line and head back to his apartment but he moved pretty far up in line already, may as well commit to it.

From the back of the line, a couple of people bickering over someone cutting in front, some of them are debating over trivial subjects about character versus battles or engaging in casual chatter about work and feeding a family of spouse and kids. Lots of talking among people in general, Russ felt lost in the crowd so he tuned them out the best he could, his one-track mind on getting this game helps him manage.

Eventually, Russ is standing behind five people in line and he can see the store clear as day. Soon Machete Three will be within his grasp and sit comfy inside his home console. Thankfully no sign of crime happening anywhere tonight, nothing can ruin this glorious evening. If only he didn't jinx himself, street lights flickered on and off and eventually shut down, leaving the street in a blackout. "What the-!?" he exclaimed in confusion, people ran away screaming and scattered away from the scene, Russ remained stationed where he was trying to sense the energy of who is responsible.

Russ grit his teeth feeling nothing, he didn't get a visual on a suspect either, this isn't creepy at all. Standing quietly he balled up his fists ready for action, somebody is getting a punch in the face for denying him a game he waited eight years to play.