BabyHeadCrab
The Freeman
- Joined
- Dec 2, 2003
- Messages
- 23
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So i'm walking down on brady street and a civic with all tinted windows, suspended with some of the biggest rims you have ever layed eyes on pulls up to me. I was walking up a parking lot to circuit city and then one by one each window rolls down revealing an arms of a nicely dressed men in tuxedos, then I realize in they're grasps is a tek-9 sub-machine guns and mac-11's. I immediatly run into the circuit city and hide behind the counter then like I was in the front line's of the first wave in normandy the bullets left the chambers of the firearms whizzing every which way tearing through the glass windows leaving splinters of wood and shards of glass flying through the air like a blizzard which would be the death of me and my entire family.
I gasped for air and got to my feet as they began to insert new clips I ran into the bathrooms of the cc and looked for anything to defend myself, I found a old rusted swiss army knife which was not at all a surpise to me considering the place looked like it haden't recieved maintainence in years I pulled it out and ran outside the back-door of the place. As I ventured I noticed the bullet ridden corpse of the unfortunate clerk lying lifelessly I had no time for guilt, even if I knew it wasent him they were after. I collected myself and ran for the ally behind the store. "What the **** am I suppose to do against a gang of 4 men touting fully automatic machine pistols with this damned pocket knife". So I ran.. and ran... and ran some more until I found myself at a fork in the road I stayed low and tried not to look suspecious despite the fact that I had glass and wood splinters covering my legs hinderencing me to a mere scuffle.
I knew they werent far behind because I could hear they're cries and the sound of squad cars rushing the the scene of the store which was now reduced to dust. Thinking quickly I spoke to the closest bum I could find and offered the 3 bucks in my pocket for his rain jacket he accepted and ran off to the nearest liquer store. I hid under my cloak doing what was probably the stupidest thing possible I followed the cries of the distrought gangsters. I feared for my wife and kid's lives, I feared for my own life. Things couldent end here, they had to stop trying to hurt me. I ran closer and closer to the old familiar site of Jeremy's hangout. Working for him was a mile a minute, when you can't make any money as a white collar man, the streets provide anything, so selling crack rocks and killing rival gang members became my forte.
It paid for my kids school, my wife's college and I know burger king certainly couldent. But when Jeremy shot down 3 school children because they were in the know I wanted out.. but that wasent an option for me or my family, we had to die. I sat in the alley thinking until things settled down. I realized I was holding the knife by it's blade and blood started to trickle down my arm as if to exemplify my mental anguish I threw the knife down and hissed I needed to leave the hangout before Jeremy arrived anyway.
I found what I was looking for a .50 Caliber desert eagle that Jeremy kept locked up in his desk for his special targets. He once told me if I ever told anyone, or let him down he'd use this on me. But oddly Jeremy trusted me, almost like a brother, one day after I had killed 3 men who owed Jeremy an obscene amount of drug money with only a knife, he let me take it down to the range, our word for the beat up garage we tested our new stolen firearms in.
I took the gun and placed it in the deepest pocket the old tattered jacket had. Had I realized the pockets were full of Used Syringes and old vile's of china white herione I probably would have cleared them out earlier. But instead I had a better idea I placed them right on-top of Jeremy's desk as a reminder, he'd know i'd been they're I was his top dealer and Herione was our biggest cash crop. I heard a few people approaching in the alley so I grabbed a silenced beretta from the gun cabinet and left without a sound. In the Darkness, the streets of California seemed to be closing in around me as if to swallow a man who turned to sin, who took the easy route to provide. Then I remembered an old friend who'm had ran away from the Gang when Jeremy shot his leg after he'd gotten a briefcase of the purest hashish you could find stolen from him at a party (he was drunk). I ran East faster then i'd ever run in my life, it felt as if I had become something beyond human, something past mortal somebody who defy all laws of society without punishment. Then I realized punishment was standing at the end of the block.
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I gasped for air and got to my feet as they began to insert new clips I ran into the bathrooms of the cc and looked for anything to defend myself, I found a old rusted swiss army knife which was not at all a surpise to me considering the place looked like it haden't recieved maintainence in years I pulled it out and ran outside the back-door of the place. As I ventured I noticed the bullet ridden corpse of the unfortunate clerk lying lifelessly I had no time for guilt, even if I knew it wasent him they were after. I collected myself and ran for the ally behind the store. "What the **** am I suppose to do against a gang of 4 men touting fully automatic machine pistols with this damned pocket knife". So I ran.. and ran... and ran some more until I found myself at a fork in the road I stayed low and tried not to look suspecious despite the fact that I had glass and wood splinters covering my legs hinderencing me to a mere scuffle.
I knew they werent far behind because I could hear they're cries and the sound of squad cars rushing the the scene of the store which was now reduced to dust. Thinking quickly I spoke to the closest bum I could find and offered the 3 bucks in my pocket for his rain jacket he accepted and ran off to the nearest liquer store. I hid under my cloak doing what was probably the stupidest thing possible I followed the cries of the distrought gangsters. I feared for my wife and kid's lives, I feared for my own life. Things couldent end here, they had to stop trying to hurt me. I ran closer and closer to the old familiar site of Jeremy's hangout. Working for him was a mile a minute, when you can't make any money as a white collar man, the streets provide anything, so selling crack rocks and killing rival gang members became my forte.
It paid for my kids school, my wife's college and I know burger king certainly couldent. But when Jeremy shot down 3 school children because they were in the know I wanted out.. but that wasent an option for me or my family, we had to die. I sat in the alley thinking until things settled down. I realized I was holding the knife by it's blade and blood started to trickle down my arm as if to exemplify my mental anguish I threw the knife down and hissed I needed to leave the hangout before Jeremy arrived anyway.
I found what I was looking for a .50 Caliber desert eagle that Jeremy kept locked up in his desk for his special targets. He once told me if I ever told anyone, or let him down he'd use this on me. But oddly Jeremy trusted me, almost like a brother, one day after I had killed 3 men who owed Jeremy an obscene amount of drug money with only a knife, he let me take it down to the range, our word for the beat up garage we tested our new stolen firearms in.
I took the gun and placed it in the deepest pocket the old tattered jacket had. Had I realized the pockets were full of Used Syringes and old vile's of china white herione I probably would have cleared them out earlier. But instead I had a better idea I placed them right on-top of Jeremy's desk as a reminder, he'd know i'd been they're I was his top dealer and Herione was our biggest cash crop. I heard a few people approaching in the alley so I grabbed a silenced beretta from the gun cabinet and left without a sound. In the Darkness, the streets of California seemed to be closing in around me as if to swallow a man who turned to sin, who took the easy route to provide. Then I remembered an old friend who'm had ran away from the Gang when Jeremy shot his leg after he'd gotten a briefcase of the purest hashish you could find stolen from him at a party (he was drunk). I ran East faster then i'd ever run in my life, it felt as if I had become something beyond human, something past mortal somebody who defy all laws of society without punishment. Then I realized punishment was standing at the end of the block.
MORE TO COME
