Prolouge: Useless in the Murder City (2/3)

I don’t know what happened, well besides the part that I actually fell asleep. It was now 9:47PM and my nose twitched as some God awful smell filled my nostrils. Quickly, changing tactic, I began breathing with my mouth. It wasn’t long till I gagged on the taste and scent that consumed my mouth and nose.
Smoke was wafting its way through my window. The disgusting scent cigarette smoke was in the air and my peaceful face turned quickly into a hideous scowl. I gripped the gun tighter in my right hand; feeling and realizing that it wasn’t its normal cold, but sweaty and warm. I reclined quickly back up. My mind blurred quickly of colors as someone in front of me turned their car lights on at maximum strength. I keeled back, seeing purple, yellow, brown, and green dots bur my sight. I felt blind and my mind was making me feel nauseas.
I coughed, I felt like I forgot how to breathe as my mind seemed to straighten out on what was happening. My hands flew up to my eyes to keep any light from getting in so they could recover quickly. Funny shapes appeared in front of me and I looked down, hands still clamped to my head. The sensation of a headache could be felt in the front of my head and I leaned over quickly to mute the radio.
Silence, besides the leaving car that was in front me could only be heard, and the slow, wheezy breathing of someone right outside my window. I coughed as more cigarette smoke incased my car and me. Then a wheezy, choky voice came through, breathing more smoke into my face.
“Heh-heh. Poor soul.” This person said, speaking in a heavy accent.
I tried to look at the figure, but all I could see was a blurred outline of a pale white figure in a gray outfit, a uniform of a gang or group of some sort. More colorful dots covered my vision of this guy. “Hey dude, can you back away. I don’t have time with you. Drop the cigarette too, smoking is a dirty habit. The smell is disgusting.” I said, blinking and trying to adjust my eyes.
The figure chuckled again and he seemed to nod. “With pleasure.”
A small flame seemed to of sprouted from the cigarette and the next thing I knew was a sharp, burning sensation on my left cheek of my face. I could feel the flame and ash gouging into my skin. “AHHWGH! YOU BASTERED!” I screeched with a horrible groan and I wrenched the cigarette out of my left cheek and brushed the ashes off of my thin pants.
The figure laughed out loud this time and I reached for my gun, ready to inflect as much pain as I could to this asshole. I stuck my hand back into my pouch and groped for the gun, but all I felt was cloth and warmth from where my hand was only seconds ago. Shock jolted through me and my movements seemed to slow down. I moved my feet around to feel if the gun was lying upon the floor. After a quick two second search, realization went through me.
I could feel cold sweat form on my forehead and come out of every pore on my arm, face, and legs. I bolted my eyes to the window. I winced as I looked up to see the figure and the lamppost next to him. The figure was waving something almost right in my face and humming something that sounded closely to: Nanana-Booboo-look what I stole from you. How the hell did he get my gun?
There was fast movement and I spluttered yet again and gasped for air as I felt a boney, white hand grasp and squeeze tightly upon my throat. I could feel my windpipe as pressure was applied to it. What’s happening?! I’m choking damn it!
I opened my mouth to cry out for help but I felt more pain as hot, fiery ash fell into my mouth. I screamed! I could feel my buds being scarred and burned as the ash fell upon it.
My jaw was grasped and my burned cheek gushed out blood of the still stinging burn. Then I had the taste of metal in my mouth.
Shock seemed to rush through me. My gun was in my mouth. I could see the boney white finger wrapped around the gun’s trigger. I froze, as if dead on the spot. My veins were pulsating fast and out of control; fast enough that I could feel it pulsating right underneath my skin. My heart was killing me, it didn’t seem possible for my heart to beat this fast. Was it possible?
The person’s face pulled a small grin. It then came close to the window, centimeters from my nose. I could smell him. The scent of mud, filth and cigarette smoke was in front of me. I stared back at this person, my eyes dilated with fear.
It opened its mouth, and from the light of the moon and lamppost, I saw black and yell teeth smile back at me. It took in a deep inhale of breath and its mouth was almost touching my nose. It sighed and said, in a low, fast and hoarse voice, "Sinner alla luce, la luce mi posso sbarazzare del sole morente. Perché, anche se ci perdonerà i vostri peccati, portare il proprio per tutto il tempo come la tua vita porta una nuova fine. Possa il Signore di tutti loro ti perdono e il peccatore sotto la tua lode.”