Chapter Three Part 2

Warning: Strong language is used through out this chapter.

No! I'd rather die than be caught. My pace hastened and heart pounded though my chest inducing a burning in my throat.

Headlights blind me the moment I glanced behind me. A car swerved missing me with a thud then crashed into a pole.

My pursuer was several feet behind me, holding his left arm groaning as he got to his feet with knife in hand. The car door slammed. "Fuck. I missed." Said a man in a suit stepping out of the car.

I couldn't hold back the tears. "Jethro!" I ran to him. He held up his palm stopping me. He glared wickedly at the man in the hood then charged at him slugging him down with a right to the jaw.

He stumbled pointing his knife at Jethro who laughed and turn his back. The man sprinted. "Jethro watch out!"

A flash and bang made me scream. The man fell gripping his shoulder scurrying away from Jethro who brandished a gun. I gasped watching him creep towards the man with unrelenting malice in his eyes.

He's going to kill him! "Jethro don't-"

In seconds a crowd rush down around us. Some stared. Some eyed Jethro's car. Some eyed his gun. Most condemned and criticized him shouting that he was the aggressor in this scenario yet none made an attempt to help the man.

He ignored them glaring at the ones try to get into his car slowly lifting his gun from the man to their direction. They fled and it fell back on the man.

A man stepped forward. His pants sagged showing his boxers and gun he had tucked away. "Nigga who do think you are steppin up into my hood, our hood" He gestured to the crowd. "Shooting and running people over? A cowboy?"

"This ain't no wild wild west brother. This is our hood and you just attacked one of ours unjustifiably." He gestured to his gun as did a few other men in the crowd. "Now put that fucking shit down before we put you in the ground. Upper class wannabe-"

Another bang and flash. Everyone jerked including the man with the sagging pants. Screams came from the crowd as the man in the hoody groaned clenching his other shoulder.

The man in the sagged pants pulled out his gun aiming it at Jethro as did his cronies. "Motherfucker! You think I'm fucking playing with you?"

"You won't shoot me. I know how you 'wanna' be gangs operate. You're petty and a little vindictive. You won't kill me until you have me in your clutches to hurt and make me suffer. Then you'll kill me as I beg for my life so I can just take my time with raper boy here."

He sank his foot into his neck. The hooded man spat on his leg. He kicked him in jaw. I flinched. Something flew out his mouth. Although I couldn't see, could tell his mouth was bleeding from the force of that kick.

"Oh you think this is one of your little boardgames? Huh!" He pointed the gun at me. "Let's see what happens when I move my Glock to your over grown bitch's head-"

Two more bangs and flashes. The hooded man screamed out as his jeans had what I presume to be a bloody hole on each side. "Morherfucker! I will merc you-"

"You'll what! Pussy! Point that bloodclat shit at her again and the next two will make him less than a man and you in a tuxedo. That left three for the rest of you dunce fucks."

"This is what I can't understand with ghetto people. Siding with and protecting the same little shits who'll rob, rape and kill you later on because of selfish greed while tearing down anyone who tries to improve themselves. For what? These punks can't even protect you. The last time a real gang came through all of them ran. You're all trash and will never be a real gang."

"As much as I didn't support their existence, when a real gang was here I could see how they protected their turf and everyone in this community benefited. And when the drafts forcibly called men from this community to fight in the war against the post cataclysm disasters, they volunteered so our community wouldn't be isolated by the powers that be and left to die. They were a real gang."

They stood, head slightly hanged as were there guns. Their minds obviously going on a trip lead by Jethro's words. Maybe this can be resolved with no more bloodshed?

A man in a cap had crept up on Jethro who locked eyes with me. Of course not. Will this be our last moments together? No! Before I could scream another round of flashes and bangs took place behind him.

The cap man laid flat holding his round stomach that was oozing while another was shot into his chest. "Now I only have on bullet." Everyone charged at him.

He pulled out another gun triggering a landslide as everyone collided with each other as they tried to put distance between themselves and him. "Well what do you know? A total of ten bullets and I count twenty of you? Let's see how many two for one specials I can get."

"You wouldn't dare fire again. The cops are already on their way."

"Stop acting stupid. We both know that these are the new semi-suppressed eagles. The police drones won't detect gun fire of this low frequency unlike your old school Glocks. "

"You still can't get all of us and walk away." They all aimed at him yet he wasn't afraid. He was confident, happy even. In a psychotic way of course cause that ain't normal. Normal was what the thugs were feeling with their shaking hands.

He made all these low lives scared of him by acting crazy. I'd be scared too if I didn't know it was an act… it is an act right?

"Maybe but I intend too murder every last rassclat one of you who come after me or anything of mine. Try me if you think you a badman."

"That accent… It sounds like one of those people." An onlooker said.

"You mean those Islanders whose homeland sunk because of the Cataclysm over a century ago. The yardie." The man in the sagged pants said.

"Yeah. Look at what he's wearing. Remember what you're brother said before he left with the gang? Don't ever fuck with apartment complex 876 or the yardmen who live there especially… the crazy nigga in the suit."

He gritted his teeth. "Shit! That's the guy? Fuck! It too late now. It's either us or him!-"

A bang echoed like thunder. Everyone ducked gripping their ears except Jethro. The source was a man holding an unbelievable large gun with the barrel shaped cross walking towards us with a woman holding a toddler.

Wait them? Why are they here? And what the hell is that thing cause it's not a gun!

"Any pussy move get turn into minced meat." He gestured to a crossed shaped hole in a building.