The classroom #7

Under the starry sky and the eerie wind to keep him company, Arthur marches through the streets with a large sack of cash in his hand.

The streets of the inner city were morbid and dark, with only dim street lights to illuminate the streets and sidewalks. The whitewashed walls and glittering gold disappeared and only rough brick walls and shut windows were left behind.

"That pretentious bit*h. I had to comply with a fair and equal amount of her demands to match my own."

"I have to teach in place of the math professor until a new professor applies."

Arthur roughly massages his temples in anger. "Well, my lucky streak had to end somewhere. At least I'm getting paid as a professor. "

"It looks like an 80's Crime, black and white movie.

"I should probably get going to the black market, it's already 2 am and the market closes at 4 am–"

Bang!

Arthur finches at the loud gunshot, dropping his head down and taking cover behind a red phone booth.

"A gunshot?!"

Bang!

The initial explosion and the echo were close in intensity.

"It's so loud, I'm guessing it's close...very close."

Leaving his hiding place, Arthur conjured a small metal dagger.

"My magic spell is too loud, I don't want to draw attention."

He leaned on the brick wall and peeked around the corner, and to his surprise, there were over a dozen men carrying melee weapons like bats, planks, and metal pipes.

It was a spacious alley designed for parking; dark and unnoticeable– a perfect spot for killing somebody.

They were all dressed in dark suits and long coats. Every man had a fedora hat and they were surrounding a muscular man 1.5x their size.

He had large thick muscular arms underneath his suit, his shoulders were broad and his fists were raised up.

He had a long white beard that reached his chest and white messy hair.

"Come one! Come all!" he roared with a smirk on his face.

"I think I've seen his face somewhere in the game before… who was it?"

Arthur squinted and noticed blood trickling down the large man's forehead and legs. By his legs were three men, probably unconscious.

"Damn, he's fighting against fifteen gangsters– wait! Gangsters! They're gangsters!"

Arthur had an epiphany as to who the man was, what kind of opportunity this situation was– and he jumped into the fray. Tearing the small cast off his left hand, he flexed them before clenching his fist.

"Let's get to work."

Holding the small knife by the bladed tip, he threw it, aiming at the closest gangster.

Tink!

The knife landed at the back of his head, causing him to fall forward, hitting his companion as he fell down.

His companion looked at the ground and noticed his dead compatriot. He noticed the shiny knife lodged into his head and looked at Arthur's position.

"Bobby? Bloody hell! He had help!"

The twelve men stopped moving and looked at the mysterious attacker.

"Oi! Ya' cunt! You're dea–"

Shhink!

A knife flies through the shadow cast by the lamppost.

The gangsters were pinned in a pincer positioned between their target and his mysterious companion.

"...did you forget about me already?"

While their backs were turned the target got behind them and started his counter-attack.

Wack!

His large fist collided with a gangster's face, launching him back and into his friends.

"Come and get me ya traitorous backstabbing scum!!"

Arthur charged in too, with knives in both hands.

Shik!

Pow!

Crunch!

"Retreat! Retreat–"

Pow!

And in a blink of an eye, all twelve gangsters were sliced up or knocked out cold.

Arthur huffed, leaning against the wall. The tall man looked at his helper, whose face was hidden by the shadows.

"I don't know who you are, but thank you."

His benefactor just shrugged. "Come with me if you want to live."

The man looked at the stretched hand and down at his surroundings. His employees were on the ground, either dead or dying from blood loss or concussions.

He limped forward and accepted the hand, shaking it.

"Thank… you…" he groaned. "There is a car… parked a block from here, we can take that to escape."

His benefactor came to his side and assisted him. His helper picked up the revolver on the ground and proceeded to escort him across the block.

Arthur gruffs as he helps the big man to his car.

To his surprise, the design was heavily based on earth's Alvis 1950's post-war automobile models, except the company name was Alvines.

It was painted in black, with heavy tinted windows, silver designs and engravings, and red leather seats.

"Damn, the car looks good on the outside but the red leather seats are something else."

Arthur pushes the man to lie down on the back passenger seat before entering the driver's seat.

Vrrrm….vrmmm…

As he started the car, two police cars with their distinct black paint-job and golden letters turned on their red and blue sirens.

Weeeeeewoooo! weeeewooo!

"Shit." Arthur cursed, putting on the spare hat left on the front passenger seat.

The police cars stopped beside the rumbling vehicle. Arthur looked over to his side and saw that the man covered himself with his coat.

The officer, dressed in a buttoned-up uniform, tilted his tall hat.

"Morning lad, what's ye' doing here in this ungodly hour?" He asked, in his thick British-like accent.

Arthur tipped his hat, hiding his eyes with the rip of the hat.

"Pops was takin' me on a ride, he got tired though and slept in the back. He left me to drive us home, the ol' bloody fool." Arthur replied, shaking his head and making the most authentic accent he could.

The policeman nodded. "Your pops pretty sleepily there laddy, he must trust you very much to let you drive this car."

Arthur gave a childish smile. "She's a beaut' ain't she?" He asked, tapping on the steering wheel.

The man leaned on the rolled-down window with his left arm, his right arm reaching for something.

"That she is, How old are ya laddy?"

"I'm eighteen, sir."

The officer looked at his partner, who just nodded.

"Then it's a damn shame."

"... Why?"

The officer pulled his revolver from his holster and pointed it at the driver's head.

"You have to die he–

Grab!

Arthur grabs the gun by the barrel and yanks the officer's arm into the vehicle.

Bam!

The officer's nose collides with the room of the vehicle and his arm loses its hold on the gun, dropping it on the passenger seat.

"It's a corrupt cop! Fuck he caught me off guard."

Bang!

"And he's not alone."

The other policeman shot at the car, not even scratching the steel frame. "Get out of the car now!"

The officer pulled out his magic tablet and channeled magic power into it. "This is unit 104, there is a gangster in an escape vehicle."

Arthur dragged the gear shift to reverse and slammed on the accelerator, the tires skidding and smoking on the asphalt.

"I request immediate reinforce–

Bang!

"reinforcements! Bring reinforcements!"

The policeman backed off and fired off another bullet. Picking up the fallen gun from the passenger seat, Arthur aimed it at the corrupt cop as the car zoomed backward.

Bang!

A bullet straight to the head silences the madman. Arthur slammed the brakes and peeked out of the open window to shoot the unconscious officer in the head.

Bang!

"That's for pulling a gun on me, bitch."

Tossing the gun on the passenger seat, Arthur puts both hands on the wheel and rolls up the window.

"I was planning on sneaking off to the black market not saving the highest-profile gangster!"

Looking up at the rear-view window, blue and red lights flashed brightly.

"Great, A car chase! Fuck!!"

Her foot stomped on the accelerator and the car accelerated forward.

"I'm not sure who's a dirty cop and who's not, so I can't shoot at anyone. I can't take innocent lives, damn it! Shit! Shit! shit!!"

Tossing the hat off his head, Arthur glared at the road in front of him. Steadying his breath, calming his mind, He steadied his heartbeat and focused on the road.

"I just hope the wheels on this bitch don't pop off after I reach the speed limit."

Vrrrooooooommmm!!

The engine roars as it turns the crankshaft, making the car go faster. He entered into a higher gear, and the police started to shrink behind him.

"...The car… was made… for car… chases… it'll be… fine.."

Arthur peeks at his passenger through the rearview mirror.

"Well I'm glad you're still not dead, try not to fall asleep."

The wounded man was puzzled. Getting up from his position, he sat up straight and buckled up, putting pressure on his wounded side.

"Why are you helping me?"

Arthur turned the corner enabling the clutch, making the car drift sharply around the corner.

"Because gangsters always pay back their debts, good and bad," Arthur replied with a shrug.

Looking at the rear-view mirror, the man sat upright staring at Arthur.

"I expect full reimbursement for my troubles, Mr. Alexandre Romani."

The old man clutched his wounds and chuckled as softly as he could.

"You know me quite well boy…but I'm no gangster, I'm a businessman… and my realm of expertise is a crime."

Arthur smirked, scoffing.

"For someone claiming not to be a gangster, that's the most gangster line I've ever heard."

"Well then Mr. Romani, we can talk business later– do you have a hideout or safe house?"

"I… My safe houses might have been raided by now, but I have a secret stash."

Arthur nodded, proceeding full-speed through the downward slope.

Crankkk!

The vehicle lands and the suspension creases. The car swirled slightly to the left which Arthur fixed

"Tell me where and we'll get there."

"Take it easy with Chevy, will ya'?"

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "You named it?

"Yes."

"Then I'll try my best."

The man groaned, his wound still bleeding. Arthur cursed seeing the wound and the police.

"How are they even catching up? There are at least two cars."

"Mr. Alexandre Romani, have you cauterized your own wounds before?"

The man sighed. "You got heat and metal? My lighter isn't going to cut it."

Removing his hand off the gearshift, Arthur conjured a small knife and heated it with heat.

Alexandre hummed, accepting it. "Magic huh? Fancy."

Tssssssss!

A small groan escaped the man's mouth and the smell of burnt flesh met Arthur's nose.

Tsssssss!

"I heard two gunshots, where were you shot Mr–"

"Alex. Call me Alex. I can't have my benefactor be so uptight around me."

"Alright, Alex, where did you get shot?"

The man chuckled, both in laughter and to hide the pain.

"I was shot in the leg and the shoulder, man was a terrible shot."

Arthur punched the accelerator again and performed a moving J-turn.

Screeeeeeecchh

The tire screeched as the car spun around. Arthur slammed the gear shift into reverse and started to drive backward.

Alexandre looked back and noticed where they were. Two factories on each side with their tall stacks still smoking.

"Boy, this is the inner city docks!"

Arthur smirked. "I know that."

"The capital city is absolutely grand in size when compared to other countries. The three sections are practically different cities all on their own, and those three cities are connected by canals and ports for trade."

Arthur stared at the two police cars, still barrelling down toward them. His hand flexed over the gearshift, and he licked his lips.

"Let's play chicken, pigs."