((mkay. And sorry for the short post, and long wait. Stuff to do. ^^;))

Khan sighed, still remaining unmoved. The rumours seemed to have gotten silly, and useless. Kidnappings, murders, affairs, anything a person could imagine! His apple was now finished, the core laying on the ground, thrown aside without a care. Standing up, he made his way out of the alley, and back into the busy parts of the street. He pushed people out of his way, not caring about whoever he pushed.

Khan walked out of the busy streets, and into the "black market". Essentially, it was a strip of streets that sold drugs, etc, though it wasn't only that. It was more like the street for exceedingly poor people. Most of the street rats--like Khan himself--spend their time there, wether they bought anything there or not. Khan usually ended up here though, because most of the street rats shared with each other--and Khan wasn't a huge fan of stealing all the time, because it was so easy to get caught.