<span style="color: #FF0000">Luna was searching for something. Anything. She hated her extreme degree of good luck. She wanted to be uncursed. It wasnâ€™t her fault what her parents had done. Nor was it her fault she was one of those people born with money to their name. She sighs and kicks a rock. She needed to do three unintentional good deeds in order to get rid of the curse. How the heck do you unintentionally do a good deed?! This was ridiculous. Yet she had no other option. To not try would mean that other people were going to continue having bad luck and worst luck because of her. She wasnâ€™t watching where she was going. And wasnâ€™t watching her surroundings. The thing that snapped her out of her thoughts was the sounds of switchblades openingâ€¦and guns being loaded. She opens her eyes and pales. She was surrounded by a gang of guys. She bites her lip. She didnâ€™t think her good luck was going to backfireâ€¦but she didnâ€™t like that she couldnâ€™t get away either.<br/></span><br/><br/><span style="color: #4000FF">Zale was called the Shark for a reason. He was the best at con jobs. The best at getting out of jail without any bail money. The best at out running the cops. The best dealer on the streets. And hellâ€¦he was just damn good at zoning in on the new guys. Teaching them how to survive. And then leaving them. He smirks. He had just gotten three hundred dollars for a bag of weed. He was going to use the money to buy him some clothes and then food. Then off to get parts for his motorcycle he was pimping up so that he could use it. Heâ€™d found the bike in the junkyard and jacked it. Now he was slowly but surely fixing it up while pimping it out. He grins and walks towards the regular middle class section of town.<br/></span>