Post by Jeff "K!D" Kain on May 11, 2007 20:00:08 GMT -5
The low fog surrounded the ground of the ghetto-like climate around. K!D was walking throughout his home town in Canada. It was a typical summer day. The time was more than likely at 6 A.M. in the morning. K!D always woke up early for some reason, and he never knew why.
His goal was to get to training as soon as possible. His teacher, 'The Cobra', wasn't tolerant to him being late. K!D would have to run laps if he was late, and that wasn't something he intended on doing. He picked up the pace as he crossed the dead street. Rounding the corner, he came to a long narrow road. Like the last, this one was silent and asleep. No motion was detected at all, except for his quick walk. He continued on down the road until he could hear the sound of a feint voice. Overcome by curiosity, K!D moved to the words, which were loud and clear. He crossed the street to where a guard rail was. It hung at the side of the road, protecting cars from falling down a massive 20 foot drop. K!D looked down to see two guys, one on the ground and the other standing over him. They both were older than him, and bigger.. but K!D wasn't to big in the first place.
The downed guy had long, shaggy blond hair. His jeans were acid washed and he had a black Ozzy t-shirt. The standing guy had short black hair, a gray hoodie and black jeans. K!D looked on in confusion.. A hoodie in the summer? Was he retarded!?
I'll ask you one last time, Jake.. Where the hell's my money?
Listen man, I told you I'd get it to you next Friday? Can't you trust me? I'm a trustful guy, aren't I?
No, actually, you aren't. I gave you THREE fuckin' sand which bags full of pot, and you haven't payed for IT yet. So, I want the money for the gun I lent to you...
K!D's eyes widened. He wanted to move, to scream, to run.. but he was glued to the spot. He tried to open his mouth and say something, but it felt like his mouth was stuffed full of sand. His throat tightened.. He didn't like the looks of this.
Man, I thought that shit was free...
The blond guys eyes became narrow and darty.
No.. Do I give anything for free?
No. Chris, man.. Just let me go.. I'll get you the money.
A twisted smile forms on Chris's lips.
I'm sick of waiting. You're dead weight, and honestly? You aren't worth anything.
Chris reaches into his hoodie pocket, and just now, K!D realizes why he was wearing it. He removed a pistol from the pocket, and pointed it at Jake.
..And that's why I'm getting rid of you. The gang doesn't need you.. The gang doesn't WANT you.
K!D blood level rises. He finally breaks his silence.
NO! STOP!
Chris looks up as if God was talking to him. The sun must have been shining directly in his eyes, because his eyes were nearly closed from squinting..
Huh?
Jake took advantage of the moment, and sprung to his feet. He yanked the gun from the black-haired guys hand and raised it up.
This is YOUR end. Not mine.
The trigger snapped, and a bullet sailed right into Chris's back. He fell to his knee's with a dazed look, then fell flat on his face. All K!D could do was let his mouth draw. The blond guy looked up at him.
Hey kid...
He didn't wait. He sprinted away as fast as he could. No way in hell he was going to die that day...
*click*
K!D wakes up in his feather bed. In his room.. In the XWA tower. He looks around. Was it a nightmare? It must have been, because he couldn't explain it any other way.
END?
His goal was to get to training as soon as possible. His teacher, 'The Cobra', wasn't tolerant to him being late. K!D would have to run laps if he was late, and that wasn't something he intended on doing. He picked up the pace as he crossed the dead street. Rounding the corner, he came to a long narrow road. Like the last, this one was silent and asleep. No motion was detected at all, except for his quick walk. He continued on down the road until he could hear the sound of a feint voice. Overcome by curiosity, K!D moved to the words, which were loud and clear. He crossed the street to where a guard rail was. It hung at the side of the road, protecting cars from falling down a massive 20 foot drop. K!D looked down to see two guys, one on the ground and the other standing over him. They both were older than him, and bigger.. but K!D wasn't to big in the first place.
The downed guy had long, shaggy blond hair. His jeans were acid washed and he had a black Ozzy t-shirt. The standing guy had short black hair, a gray hoodie and black jeans. K!D looked on in confusion.. A hoodie in the summer? Was he retarded!?
I'll ask you one last time, Jake.. Where the hell's my money?
Listen man, I told you I'd get it to you next Friday? Can't you trust me? I'm a trustful guy, aren't I?
No, actually, you aren't. I gave you THREE fuckin' sand which bags full of pot, and you haven't payed for IT yet. So, I want the money for the gun I lent to you...
K!D's eyes widened. He wanted to move, to scream, to run.. but he was glued to the spot. He tried to open his mouth and say something, but it felt like his mouth was stuffed full of sand. His throat tightened.. He didn't like the looks of this.
Man, I thought that shit was free...
The blond guys eyes became narrow and darty.
No.. Do I give anything for free?
No. Chris, man.. Just let me go.. I'll get you the money.
A twisted smile forms on Chris's lips.
I'm sick of waiting. You're dead weight, and honestly? You aren't worth anything.
Chris reaches into his hoodie pocket, and just now, K!D realizes why he was wearing it. He removed a pistol from the pocket, and pointed it at Jake.
..And that's why I'm getting rid of you. The gang doesn't need you.. The gang doesn't WANT you.
K!D blood level rises. He finally breaks his silence.
NO! STOP!
Chris looks up as if God was talking to him. The sun must have been shining directly in his eyes, because his eyes were nearly closed from squinting..
Huh?
Jake took advantage of the moment, and sprung to his feet. He yanked the gun from the black-haired guys hand and raised it up.
This is YOUR end. Not mine.
The trigger snapped, and a bullet sailed right into Chris's back. He fell to his knee's with a dazed look, then fell flat on his face. All K!D could do was let his mouth draw. The blond guy looked up at him.
Hey kid...
He didn't wait. He sprinted away as fast as he could. No way in hell he was going to die that day...
*click*
K!D wakes up in his feather bed. In his room.. In the XWA tower. He looks around. Was it a nightmare? It must have been, because he couldn't explain it any other way.
END?