Rebellious (BxB)

P R O L O G U E

The humidity was extremely muggy for a spring evening in Baltimore, and it seemed like no one could escape the torture of the heat. Even though the sun was setting and the UV rays had become less intense it was as if relief would come to none.

Sticky sweat clung to Khalil Barkers' forehead as he placed item after item of canned goods onto the shelves. His armpits emitted a musty rugged odor, although he was wearing deodorant. He perfectly lined up the cans so that the front labels were facing outward. In a zone, he strategically went down the line filling in empty spaces until he was finished.

Often he thought about what drove him to take the job as a stock boy, and then he remembered he was a teenager struggling to make his way in life. He wanted to do right by his mother and earn his own money by doing it the right way.

So, when the first scream resonated throughout the market his first instinct was to keep doing what he was paid to do. But, when it was followed by more screams, he knew that something was off. He placed the can he was holding into the cart, wiped his hands on his jeans and made his way towards the front of the store. Four men dressed in black masks and toting pistols were all that his eyes took in before he backed out of eyesight.

His heart began pumping faster and his adrenaline kicked in. Thoughts of being shot took over his mind. He was not prepared for a situation like this. If only he hadn't left his cellphone sitting on the kitchen table before leaving home this morning he could call for help. And to make matters worst, he could feel his chest tighten up on him.

Khalil quickly pressed his back against the shelving and pulled out his inhaler from his pocket. When he finally got his head to stop spinning, survival mode kicked. He remembered the store had a phone line in the back. If he could make it to the back then he could call for help.

But, not having a visual on the assailants would make the task a difficult one. He knew that if he wanted to get the other employees and himself out safely he would have to do something. Khalil took one last breath of courage, and as quickly as possible scrambled to the back. He was almost there, just a few inches away from the door leading to the storage unit, when a cold shiver ran down his spine.

Someone was behind him. He felt his feet lift from the floor as he was yanked backward. He went down and his head was introduced to the marble tiles. Pain shot through his body, but the adrenaline in his veins had him numb. Staring right at him was the tip of a 9mm handgun. The muzzle was so close to his nose, they were kissing.

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No one saw it coming, not even the security guard who took a gun across the face. So when four armed assailants made their way into the not so busy supermarket, no one knew what to do. The four goons filed into the open space of the supermarket like dispatched army troops ready to get their hands dirty if necessary.

"You know the drill. Open them fucking cash registers." The 1st stick up kid said, as he meticulously pointed a shotgun. He sent a shot into the ceiling that caused everyone to crouch to the floor. It was imperative that the workers knew that things were serious.

Stick-Up Kid #2 went from station to station with a beige empty sack, speaking calmly to the scared workers and shoppers. "If everyone can stay calm and place any valuables and cash inside the bag, then we all can get out of here safely." The glint in his eyes was glossed over with greed as he watched the employees fill the bag up with their valuables and money. Stick-Up Kid #3 stayed close to the doors taking the role of lookout while Stick Up Kid #4 made his way around the store to round up any stray consumers. He spied something that didn't look right and quickly went to investigate. When he rolled up on what looked like a teenage boy sneaking his way into the back of the store, he went into defense mode. Quickly, he snatched the boy up by his shirt and laid him flat on his back.

Stick-Up Kid #4 stood over the boy with the muzzle of his gun placed right up against his nose. Shaken and dazed, the mugger could see that the kid didn't know what to do other than to let warm pee trickle down the inside of this thighs.

He grimaced and said, "Stand your pissy ass up." Harshly grabbing the boy by the shirt, he held him in place and read the name tag fastened on his shirt.

"What do you think you were trying to do, Khalil? Did you think you wouldn't get caught? Did you think you could be a hero?" The kids breathing fluctuated into a deep growl, but he remained silent.

"Please, tell me I'm lying and that you weren't trying to call the police. Tell me you weren't trying to get to that phone located in the storage unit back there? I know that's what you weren't doing, right?"

Chills shot through Khalil's body, and sweat snowboarded off his forehead. With a gun pointed in his face, his voice got trapped inside his vocal cords, and to make matters worse, he felt a severe asthma attack coming on, but some way he found the strength to talk. "N-n-no. I wasn't trying to call the cops...I swear." He lied.

"I think you're lying to me. And you don't want to know what I do to liars."

"I'm not lying. I promise you I'm not."

"Good, well since you're not lying, you won't have a problem with coming up off that watch. And them Jordon's look about my size too."

Khalil moved slowly as he pulled each item off. It was evident that he didn't want to give up his stuff, but he handed them over anyway. "We cool now, right? You gonna let me go?"

Stick-Up kid #4 smiled. "Of course Ima let you go." Then he brought the butt of his gun down over Khalil's face, shattering his jaw in the process. It hung like a ventriloquist dummy, and his lip split in two. "But, you must think I'm stupid as shit. I knew what you were up to the whole time. I just wanted to see if you were going to be honest."

Tears stained Khalil eyelids as he threw his hands in front of him to ward off any other incoming attacks. "I swear I'm not lying, man. Don't hurt me...Please." He said struggling to form his words. His eyes beamed tiny rays of hope like the Bat signal. He only prayed that his tormentor would have pity on his soul and offer some form of mercy.

But, this only pleased his tormentor, who looked on in admiration at his handy work. He pushed Khalil towards the swinging red doors marked Employees Only, and said, "Get cha ass up and move to the back."

The crass grin tacked to his face was out of place for the occasion, and things seemed to be looking bleaker by the minute. Stick-Up Kid #4 pushed Khalil into the cool tiled wall, and his body smacked up against it before sliding to the floor. He looked up into the masked mans face and couldn't get the dark callous look in his eyes to shake his memories. For the first time in his life, Khalil realized that he might not have a future.

The masked assailant fiddled with the button on his jeans before pulling his flaccid penis through the hole in his boxers, and said, "Now I'm only going to tell you one time, and if I have to tell you again, you're really not going to like me."

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Up front the rest of the crew moved diligently, packing as much money as they could into the sacks that they brought. As soon as all the money was safely secured, they quickly retreated back the way they came in. Stick up kid #1 noticed they were short one man and did a loud call that resembled an orchestra of songbirds. In seconds the last straggler came rushing to the front while fiddling with the button on his jeans. In seconds they were out of the door, rushing up the streets, and hoping into a waiting vehicle.

"Move out bro." Stick-up kid #4 said as soon as his ass hit the beige stained seat. He grabbed the duffle bag that had been tossed in the backset and ripped it open to check the contents inside.

"This what the fuck I'm talking about," He said pulling out a fist full of money, "but this shit is not nearly enough and if we don't get the rest of this money soon we might as well help our mamas pick out their best black dresses."

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Hey, Guys

Thanks for checking out the prologue to the second part of the Rebel Trilogy. I hope you are enjoying it so far. I really want to bring something different to alternative (gay) fiction and I really hope that I am doing that so far. Please don't forget to like, comment, and add the story to your libraries. And, please, don't be afraid to ask questions. I am here to engage with you all.