Gang Warfare at Dawn

Justin kicked errant candy wrappers off the front step and locked the door behind him.  As he swung his backpack onto one shoulder and turned toward the street, a group of hooded figures appeared and blocked his path.

“Halloween was yesterday,” he said.

They didn’t respond.

“You’re supposed to be Jedi or something?”

“No,” one growled.  “Sith.”

Justin dropped his bag and reached for his blaster, his fingers wrapped around the cool grip.  But he was too slow, their red lightsabers hummed and lightning arced from their outstretched fingers.