​ Crestic Point Of View

Crestic had only thing to do. Blackmail.
He limped to the side of the alley and there was man in his about forties. Crestic seized the man’s arm. He turned.
“Who-who are you?” the man begged.
“I’m nobody. Pretend I’m not here. I don’t exist. Just throw all of your stuff there.” Crestic pointed at the far end of the alley. “And pretend you saw nothing. Plan understood, friend?” He grinned.
“Oh... Okay...” the man breathed. He rummaged in his pockets and his wallet and threw all of his cash, cards, a water bottle, a first aid kit and a heavy white polythene.
“Is that all?” Crestic asked menacingly.
The man swallowed. “Y-yes...” Crestic detected his body as the man added, “friend...”
“Good. Now go away. Run. Sprint. As fast as possible.”
The man smiled nervously, his eyebrows fallen down and ran away from the alley, soundless.
Crestic went to see his goodies. The resources were convenient enough. In the white polythene, there were fruits and a box of milk.
Crestic sat cross-legged and violently wrapped a thick gouge around his injured leg’s end where his foot used to be.
He then stuffed...