"Lemme out and I'll do anything. Tell me whatchu need, I'll get it."
One of the niggas chuckled. "Cocky."
"You doubt? You guys think I'm a pussy girl? I ain't."
"So what are your skills, pretty boy? Tell us."
"I don't die. Even when I want to."
All four people laughed. But damn, that was true. Traviz continued, determined to be acknowledged for real. "I can sneak in any place, I'm the fastest runner, I escape, I never get busted, I steal any shit, I can shoot anything and hit it from a fucking mile away. I hear, I see and I smell any shit you want me to, you know that parkour shit, yeah I'm the best, I climb walls and jump from buildings, my bones don't break, I do whip drifts, I don't sleep at night, I'm the best fucker in this bitch, I make them faint on the bed. And I don't fucking lie."
And I rhyme and dance.
"Martial arts?" One of them asked. Traviz snorted, impatient.
"Nigga, I just kicked you three and drop you on the fucking ground with my hands tied, how about that?"
"That was impressive, pudding-"
"But you want me to box? I can learn it. You want the karate shit? I'll do it. That muai thai thing? Sure. I learn it, show me the move and I get it."
"Do you kill, young boy?" Gretta asked.
"Can't wait to."
Gretta grinned. "I think I like you."
"But I need food. Lots. No food, no nothing."
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General FictionHis world was gasoline and spark. From flame to flame the boy carried on his life. This is the life of Traviz O'Brien. He is just a boy, engulfed by the flames of a harsh world. An angry rich father, a crying mother, a cruel friend. Until the very d...
