The Colour of Death

“Who the hell do you think you are?” Said a voice sharply at Nick. “You’re a snotty bastard, that’s what you are. You come in here where nobody asks you and eat a man’s food and when he asks to borrow a knife you get snotty.”
Nick stared at him. Shocked by the insult. He took a step towards the voice who had insulted him and answered back calmly.
“You are one rude man, speaking to me with disrespect.” He took another step forward. “Bugs here, told me not to hand over the knife to you for certain reasons. You must learn to respect others.”
Tension and extreme anger crawled up Ad’s back as he smacked Nick down to the floor with remarkable strength. Struggling to rise up, Nick was tempted to hit Ad but Bugs just kept pulling him back from it. An increasing amount of constant screaming and swearing came from both mouths of the tempered men. Bugs tried to stop them from getting at each other, but the Negro failed to succeed as Ad took anothe...