by Sarah Stennett

Created on: July 14, 2009

Eight year old Nate was running down the alley with his Australian Shepherd, Komodo. Nate stopped running, out of breath. The dog ran back to him. Nate looked over his shoulder and saw a shadow. He looked around the alley and saw a trashcan. He climbed into the trash can and Monday jumped in after him. "Ow! Monday, that was my hand," Nate said. The shadowy figure was getting closer so Nate ducked, hoping that he and Monday would be quiet enough to not draw attention.

The shadowy figure entered the alleyway. It was man in his late 30's. His oily black hair was slicked back and his black trench coat was buttoned all the way up. He walked down the alley, stopping near the trashcan that hid Nate and Monday. He looked at his watch. "He better get here soon," he grumbled to himself. He started pacing up and down the alley. Nate held his breath as long as he could, trying to not make a sound.

Another man entered the alley. He also had on a dark trench coat and a hat that covered his eyes. "Pigeon?" he asked.

"Owl," answered the first man.

The second man, Owl, walked towards the first one, who was now standing near Nate and Monday's trashcan.

"Do you have it?" Pigeon asked.

Owl pulled out a small ziploc bag with white powder in it and handed it Pigeon. Pigeon opened the baggie and sniffed it. "Good, good." Nate peeked out of the trash can to see Pigeon pull out a wad of cash, more money than he had ever seen before. Pigeon handed the money to Owl who quickly pocketed it.

"Same time next week?" Owl asked.

"Yep," was the reply.

Owl nodded and turned to leave the alley but Pigeon had pulled out a gun and shot him. Pigeon took his wad of cash. "Well, maybe not you," he said and left the alley.

In the trash can, Nate held tight to Monday, not wanting to move in case Pigeon was still there, waiting for him. Nate fell asleep in the cramped trash can.

The first rays of the sun woke up Nate. He yawned without opening his eyes and tried to stretch. When he couldn't, he opened his eyes and saw where he was and remembered what had happened last night. Monday was gone.

"Monday?" he called. He peered out of the trash can to see Monday standing guard. "Monday!" He climbed out of the trash can and hugged the dog tightly. "Don't ever leave me like that again, Monday." Nate then saw Owl's body. "Oh God." Nate stuffed his head into the trash can and vomited.

He and Monday ran all the way home. He ran into the house. "Mama! Mama!"

Nate's mother ran into the living room.

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