Diamond Gang

Chapter 9: Twelve Years Later (Part 2 John)

My days are dark, and my nights are cursed. The sun shines bright, but there is no light. I see no light and no love. I inhale sins and exhale blazes of fire. My mind is corrupt as wicked leeches suck the pure thoughts out of my brain. This lifestyle followed me, and I chose to live it. As a child, I ran towards this way of living and desired this way of life. But now I'm trying to run away from it, and it does not want to leave me.

It was around 1998 somewhere in Catalinas, and I was feeling exhausted. I smoked the Cuban cigar I bought from a Hispanic guy in Jasmine City. I was smoking while driving my red demon. I was headed back to the Chamberlain Hotel. Music played on the radio as I drove on the highway, and I watched the sunset go down through my Ray-Bans. I had my dog tag necklace on that my father gave me. I also had a light-brown, long coat and a white under t-shirt. I decided to drive on another highway to get home sooner. Many cars passed by me without noticing who I was. Suddenly, my day got ruined in a blink of an eye.

The second I drove under a highway sign, three men wearing Greek theater masks fell from it. Two guys fell onto the hood of my convertible and caused the hood to kiss the concrete. The other man fell onto the back seats. On the hood of my convertible, one man had a white laughing mask, and the other guy had a white frowning mask. The other man in the back seat had a white, angry mask. I knew they were from the Double 0 Gang. These men were sent by their leader, Queen Stone, to demolish me because I got rid of one of their boys days ago. I was not able to see the road because comedy face was blocking the window shield. I swerved the convertible left and right to make comedy face fall, but he had a powerful grip. Tragedy face jumped onto the back of the convertible while angry face picked me up from my seat and threw me to the back with tragedy face. The angry face drove my convertible while I got hit by tragedy face. I punched him back several times like a boxer.

Angrily, I grabbed the back shirt of angry face and pulled him from the driver's seat, but he resisted. Out of nowhere, comedy face jumped in the car. Tragedy face aggressively hugged me from the back and lifted me to the air. Comedy face beat me several times on my stomach. I saw that angry face was heading in a different direction. I got concerned and started to fight back aggressively. Tragedy face took my coat off and covered my face with it. I was unable to see what was going on. The convertible was driven too fast, and the wind blew my body back down! It was insane! I was fighting on a convertible while on the road going about ninety miles per hour. No one dared to call the police as my red convertible passed by witnesses. The people were all frightened.

Aggressively, I pushed comedy face and thumped tragedy face several times. I was unable to keep my balance because the convertible was going awfully fast. I had enough with the punches and grabbed my coat back to cover the angry face with it. I pulled him up from the seat and threw him to the side. I jumped onto the driver's seat and decided to get off the highway. I saw the Dreamwood sign from far away. I drove as fast as I could. I turned to a street and headed up to the Dreamwood sign. Angry face got on the window shield and tried to block my view. He smoked under his mask while he laid on my hood—I did not know where he got that cigar. Out of the blue, I got pulled back by tragedy face, but I fought back. I drove up some hills and drove onto another street. Unfortunately, I was being attacked by comedy face again. Viciously, I grabbed his head and dragged it near me. I opened the door and tried to put his face on the concrete, but he withstood and struck me back.

Angry face turned to look at me, "John Esteban, Queen Stone wants to know why in the streets they call you Death Wish?" he said. Stone knew my street name, "In the streets, we heard that the people call you that because all who tried to kill you died trying," he added. Angry face laughed, "That rumor will no longer be true!" he said. Angry face stood on top of the hood and pulled out a pistol. He aimed it directly at my head! To save myself from getting exploded, I furiously sped up to the hills behind the Dreamwood sign. Without fear in me, I drove fast towards the middle of the letters M and W. I turned my red convertible as I hit the letters and broke through the Dreamwood sign. I was up in the air as my precious award flipped around in slow motion. All these clown faces got a firm grip on her. Angry face lost balance and missed his opportunity to shoot me. He turned around with pupils enlarged and laid on the hood. Angry face was dazzled at the magnificent view of Dreamwood as he laid on his back. The convertible turned around in midair, and everyone was startled.