Say You'll Stay

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     “I didn't mean to kill him I-I really didn't.” ‘The Alkines’ main man has just killed the infamous Mob Bosses’s only son, Joe Malkvich, heir to their family fortune and pride. This will surely be the beginning of a long and dreadful war. It was during a drive-by. The Emerald Hills make an attempt to shoot back, but it is too late.” 

     Joe is rushed into the brightly lit hospital, but it was to no avail, he had died in that bed. The Alkines wait in their hideout as they make a plan to get back on the Emerald Hills. 

     “Come oonn, you fooking nitwits. Figure som’ing out!” 

     They all look at Cal with disdain in their eyes. 

     “Well, don’ stare at me ya bunch'a idiots! I need your brains ta think a' som'ing or we're all bloody dead da boss is furious and if we aint got nutin to show when we get back its your asses hes'a be tearin at. Get to WORK!!” 

     They come up with multiple plans, but all are flawed until finally, they come up with the perfect plan to take down The Emeralds once and for all. 

     The Crips make their way to the eerily dark Almour house. They bust the doorknob off and enter what appears to be a section of the house connected to most rooms. They all collectively spread out going upstairs and spreading out into twos, and two going into each door on the bottom floor.

     “Yo, Bert!! Ya find anyting?!” 

     The man waited for “Berts” reply. 

     “Nah man, just some damn books. Who the hell has a library but don’ have no damn Romance novels?” 

     “Oh, My God!” 

     “What??” 

     “You can read?” 

     “C'mon Cal, that's low.” 

     Cal chuckled as Bert grumbled to himself. 

     Suddenly, they heard a thud from upstairs and yells expelled throughout the house. Everyone rushed upstairs and into the crowded room straight in the back of the house. There was a man standing with a knife to one of the goons' necks. 

     “Take another fooking step closer and I slit his goddamn throat.” 

     Bert ran to the front of the crowd. 

     “Alright now. Hold on there buddy, let's not go making mistakes. If you kill em’, you're dead meat.” 

     There was silence between them. 

     “If ya let 'em go, we’ll letcha off easy. Whatd’ya say?” The man stared at the looming crowd. 

     He lowers his knife and pushes the goon away. He drops the knife and chuckles. 

     “I'm already dead meat heh. Working for the boss is like sellin yo soul. Can't do nothin witout be watched. His goons probably out tere right now ready for me to walk out. Just ta shoot meh point blank. I shoulda never took that fooking offer. But, heh, what can I say... I was desperate.”

     The man chuckled as goons looked at each other, then back at the pitiful man in front of them. Cal stepped up to the front and grabbed the man by the arm. 

     “First off, what's ya name?” The man furrowed his brow. 

     “Samuel. Samuel Eddison.” 

     "Well I'm Cal and my buds name here is Bert. Tis'not smart to disclose lastnames so I'll leave it at that."

     Cal pulled him towards the crowd and grabbed a random goon’s jacket, placing it on Samuel. 

     “What the FUCK man!!” 

     “Chill, you'll get a new one.” 

     He grabs a mask off another guy placing it on Samuel, too. The jacket was big on him; he was unusually short for the average male. He snatches a hat and mask off another goon who gasps in protest. He swiftly places both on Samuel adjusting so only eyes were shown.

     “Alright that takes care of the identity. Just gotta see what the boss says.” They walk down the corridor and swiftly make their way down the stairs. They walk out the door and onto the patio. There awaits the Alkines guns at the ready smirks on their faces. 

     “Give us Eddison, and no one gets hurt.” 

     The Crips look at each other and Samuel is hidden behind all the goons. “Who the FUCK is EDDISON!??” Bert yelled. The goons pretended to look around. “Notta one of us is a damn Eddison man!”

     “Sorry boys but we saw him go into that house we know he's in there.” The Emeralds rolled their eyes.

     “Fine, then we’ll do this the hard way.” In the wip of a second, the Alkines pull out their guns spraying the Emeralds wiping out dozens on the spot. The Emeralds returned the favor though they were hugely out-powered and had already lost so many men. It was the Uzis against Winchesters. Bad against worse. 

     The Alkines didn't back down ducking behind trees and gate pillars. Samuel backs away unarmed and is surrounded by men out to kill him. As he backs away a goon falls on him knocking him to the ground. He lays there listening to the gun firing ringing through his ears. Yes, he was used to this but still, each time he’d take part in a shoot down his heart would flip. An uzi sits in front of his face just waiting, begging him to join the fight. 

     It was thrilling and enticing. In the pure ecstasy of the moment, he throws the goon off himself picking up the uzi. He pushes himself off the dirt and swiftly turns around. Bert looks back at him with a shocked expression as Samuel unloads the mag. Bert lets out a loud hysterical laugh bellowing through his throat. They take out the rest as more vans pull up.

     Samuel turns around to ask for another mag when he sees a woman in an emerald dress entering a van. “Bert!! I see The Countess, she was here for vacation, I’m going after her!!” Samuel snatches a holster off the ground attaching it to his hip. He put the uzi in it and took off as Bert yells out.  “Sammy, Wait, don't go alone!!” But Samuel was already gone.