Until The Death Comes

I work at night. Cleaning up the streets. It's a job. I protect the bums and the whores. And other night people. I stepped off the sidewalk and saw the girl being attacked. I pulled my gun and ran to her. She was on the ground. Her clothes torn. The punk squeezed her breast,turned,saw me. Ran. He didn't get far,I cornered him in the alley. Saw his first victim's body. His hands were bloody. His knife appeared. He stepped toward me. I blew his throat out. And put bullets into his head and chest. The other girl lived.