Remember Who I Am

Chapter XXXIV

December 27, 2023

9:31 AM

Manhattan, New York City, New York

Damon Jelaty and Javier Reeves stood outside of their apartment room, number 307, standing as guards for the other three inside Logan Johnson, Bud Smith, and John Henson. They all were acquainted with Rich, their boss. Damon and Javier engaged in a conversation out of boredom.

Damon initiated it; "You watching the game tonight?"

Javier responded; "Probably. Normally I don't watch football or sports, but y'know, the Giants are playing tonight."

"Yeah, they're against the Packers. I'm betting on the Packers."

"Listen, I'm not saying I do as well, but... Giants against the Packers? I like the Giants but... err... I don't know man."

"Everyone's thinking that."

"I wouldn't know, I don't talk about football much. Bengals are my team, though."

"When've they ever won a game?"

"Oh, shut up, I'm just a little biased, born in Southern Ohio, y'know... all that jazz. I--"

Damon and Javier stopped once they saw a tall silhouette, walking toward both of them, holding two objects in his hand.

"Who is this guy?" Damon asked.

"Don't know, man." Javier responded.

Damon swished back his jacket and put his hand on his gun holster, the hostler containing a small revolver, a Smith & Wesson Model 36.

"Hey, buddy, if you're coming for us, wink-wink, we're fuckin' armed." Damon threatened him.

Javier looked at him; "He doesn't look like he's playing."

"You're right." The man quipped.

He looked at them before he brought up an object in his hand, which was clearly a wrench now. It landed into Javier's eye as he grunted, falling to the ground. Damon swept his gun up and the man moved to the right, using the other object in his hand, a hammer, against Damon's gun, slamming the hammer into the gun. The gun fired and fell to the floor. The man shoved Damon into the window behind him that let light in, gripping his head before whipping it against the window, slightly cracking it.

The man looked to his left as he saw Javier making his way up. He used his hammer and turned it to the claw side, working it up into the air before slamming it down. All that was left of Javier was a scream and a gaping wound in the top of his head, before he fell, motionless. Damon groaned in fear before the man looked at him. The man slammed his head into the window again, before the man swept the hammer up and brought it down.

CRASH!

The glass broke and large, sharp shards exploded everywhere. The man caught one, and worked his arm up, before swinging it into Damon's torso area. An explosion of blood came out upon its exit and Damon screamed. The man then forced Damon's jaw down, all the way down. The man used his glass and worked it towards Damon's mouth, before graphically shoving it in, Damon screamed gruelingly. The man shoved it down and down, it pressed into the back of his mouth, blood spraying out like a hose. Damon screamed his lungs out, nearly running out of oxygen, as the man then forced his jaw up, a mighty crunch coming out. The screaming sounded smothered as the man held his mouth, using his other hand to repeatedly strike his jaw, forcefully making his chew the sharp glass.

"Eat it, you fuck!" The man screamed, before he slammed Damon's head into the wall once more.

Damon cried on the floor as his mouth opened, blood spurting out, before he started to scream again. The man finished him off by raising his foot, twisting it in the air, before letting it come down like a 1 ton anvil onto Damon's back. A crush was all that was heard as Damon was left paralyzed or dead. If he wasn't dead it was only a matter of a few minutes before he did. The man slipped the revolver off the floor before he looked at the apartment door's number. It was the right one. He slammed his leg right under the knob of the door, which opened it immediately.