The Legendary System

Fake

In a crummy lane, far in the dilapidated slums, filled with a putrid air; his prestigious nose cringed against the cold asphalt, riddled with scanty pot-holes.

His dead hand, of black and blue; throbbed to life.

Crowded; the slum-kids groped his body and ransacking the supposed-to be dead man of his belongings. In a hushed voice, they divided it among themselves. One of the older kids,

"Rrrgh, it’s not coming off!"

"Just cut it off!"

"Why didn't I think about it?" the laser knife buzzed, as he cut the shiny accessory off and fled, accompted by their departing cheers.

Like finding a treasure trove, a little girl squealed and quickly pocketed a pair of shiny sunglasses into her tattered sling bag. Few more joined them, "Hey, those are my shoe!!!"

"No, they are mine!"

"Leave them. I touched them first" while two boys tugged his left shoe, the others carefully unrobed the corpse of his jacket. Gravitated by their movem