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I’m going the same way too”, Bill exclaimed. “Just wait I’ll come with you, give me a sec to

finish this off.” Phil gulped down the remaining contents of guineas in his mug. His friends Tom,

Ray and Wil urged him to stay a while longer, for another round of drinks. But Phil politely

declined. They usually go home together. There’s safety in numbers. Especially at hard times like

these, where robbers and thieves roaming the streets is commonplace. Tonight, Phil wanted to

accompany his new friend. After a quick goodbye to his buddies, Phil rose and joined Bill, they

opened the doors of the Charelton and headed out to the streets. Phil felt a certain bond towards

Bill, he inspired hope and confidence.

Phil hadn’t felt this certain of himself for so long that he forgot how great it felt. He knew

that this would be a start of a good friendship. “So tell me more about yourself and your kids,

what do you do to help the environment?”, Phil wanted to know. Bill did not answer, he seemed

to be preoccupied with some other thoughts. “Are you all right?” ,Phil asked. “Oh, sorry I was

just thinking about something.” “What?”, the Pharmacist inquired. “How to rob you!”, came

Bill’s reply. Phil looked to Stevens in shocked disbelief, he then noticed the smile that was

playing across Bill’s face, and realized it was a joke. Phil laughed long and hard, he hasn’t felt

this good in a while. They walked down a few more blocks and were approaching the run down

part of town.”This place always gives me the creeps, it really helps that your with me.” “Yeah…

right.”, Bill said. They were walking down a particullary dark alleyway when Bill suddenly

stopped. He looked around to make sure nobody was around. Phil, puzzled asked, “Something

wrong Bill?” “Nothing”, came the answer, “everything is just fine.” Bill suddenly grabbed the

scruff of Phil’s shirt and pushed him against the wall. “Bill what are you doing?”, Phil cried out,

frightened and confused. “What does it look like I’m doing you fat bastard!”, Bill snapped

sarcastically. Now, where’s your wallet?”, the thief demanded. “Bill I don’t get it? Why are you

doing this?”, Phil croaked weakly, even more confused now. “Why am I doing this? Are you that

stupid? To survive in this polluted dump!” Phil shook his head, struggling in vain to break free of

Bill’s grasp. “What about all the things you said about the world being a better place?”, Phil

asked desperately. “What about your family, your kids?” “You actually believed all that bull. I

just told you whatever it took to get you out of that bar and get you here. So I can do this!” Phil

saw coldness in Bill, his expression, distant and unfeeling.

The Bill he had met at the Charleton was no more. Replaced by a cold and calculated

thief. “You really meant what you said in the bar, I can tell! You really did! It’s true, we’ll

survive! You can’t be like this. I know there’s good in Bill Stevens!” Phil sputtered. “That’s not t

true and you know it, and you believed it! You were a fool to have me trick you!” “Listen Bill,

everyone can change, you made me believe. I was wrong to simply complain and do nothing

when I could help save the world. If we all pitch in, as you said, it can really work!” Phil pleaded

with the thief, trying to make him see reason. Bill hesitates for a moment and his expression

softened, revealing desperation and guilt. But then in seconds, the mask of coldness returned.

Bill fixed Phil with a hard stare, then reached into Phil’s pocket. “This is my life, what I do, I

can’t change now. It’s too late!”, Bill said, as if it was any consolation to Phil. “It’s never too

late!”, Phil cried, “Bill, just hear me out!” Bill snorted and gave Phil a swift and strong blow to

the abdomen, dropping him to the pavement like a ton of bricks. Doing that, Bill ran off and

disappeared into the night. Leaving a crumpled, pathetic form, lying in the dirty deserted

alleyway. The pitter patter of rain drops soon bombarded the city. Sulphurous clouds

released pounding sheets acid rain. Though this downpour did not cool the city in any way.

Steam from the gutters still erupted with unrelented pressure. As the stinging pelts continued

their assault on nature.

The lake outside the borders of the city was filled with more bodies of helpless victims,

that slowly suffered, because of man. The moon was still not seen, nor will it be, anytime in the

future, as dark swirling clouds obscured the sky. IN the alley, the rain fell down upon Phil as he

sat penniless and hopeless in a puddle. The acidic rain burned through Phil’s coat, gradually

eroding away the fabric. Footsteps headed towards Phil in urgent haste. “Phil, what happened?

Are you all right?”, Tom called out. Phil’s buddies in the Charleton had just finished their drinks

and were just heading home. Tom, who spotted Phil hunched on the pavement and quickly came

to see what was wrong. Ray and Wil followed not too far behind but elected to keep silent.

Depressed and angry, Phil simply wanted to be alone right now, “Get out of here! Go away!

Leave me alone”, he shouted in between tears. Tom flinched at the harshness of Phil’s tone. He

glanced one more time at his friend and walked away. Wil and Ray not knowing what to do

followed Tom’s

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