The Price ࿊f Peace

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Somewhere in Oakland
Thursday May 31st, 2024

The drive to the bando was not an unusual one.

She knew for sure that Camarro wouldn't be there as he was going to pick Nylah up from school that day so she could stay with him for the first half of the summer. Leek also wouldn't be there.

Hooty was coming, however. For some reason, he didn't like her or Kisses being there by themselves. He said it made him feel weird. She assumed he meant uneasy.

He was on his way there when she pulled up.

Immediately, Syara noticed two unfamiliar cars were parked in the driveway. Syara decided to continue driving past the beaten down home, parking a little ways down the street and looking at the house for signs of anything else that was unusual.

Once she'd parked, Syara walked calmly toward the back of the home, watching vigilantly. Her hand was in her purse off of instinct as she twisted the knob on the back entrance door.

It made a terrible, but quiet creak as she opened the door. She was gentle with her footsteps, walking at her normal pace, but not too hard.

Syara glanced around the living room, taking in the appearances of all of the people present.

There were maybe five women and a man she recognized, most had their hair wrapped in either a scarf or in a bonnet. Some were in hoodies, some were wearing t-shirts, one had on a wife beater.

Syara was in her usual attire of lounge shorts and a hoodie, with Nike socks and slides. She had all of her jewelery on unfortunately, and she would make sound if she tried to remove it.

Most of them had their backs to her, or they just weren't paying attention. Finally, Syara locked eyes with Mable who was huffing and puffing, pacing in circles.

Mable was bigger than Syara, much heavier. She wasn't out of shape or anything, she was just thicker. She had two inches on Syara as well.

Most of the women were bigger in fact, but Syara wasn't a punk. The last time she'd checked Hooty's location, he was 4 minutes away.

Syara could handle 4 minutes. Hopefully.

She silently removed her earrings, placing them on the uneven side table by the back door. Luckily for her, they were all wrapped in their own conversations, so they didn't hear the clink of her jewelry.

Syara took off on Mabel, making sure she saw her coming before she stole her in the jaw, immediately throwing as many punches to her face as she could before she was yanked back by one of her two braids and punched in the face.

As expected, they began jumping her.

Though she felt the many kicks, stomps, pulls, punches, and scratches, Syara tried to focus on doing as much damage as she could by herself.

She clawed, bit, punched, and grabbed anyone she could get ahold of in the scuffle. She likely fractured someone's ankle by grabbing hold of it mid-kick and twisting it painfully.

This went on for two minutes before a shot rang out, piercing the roof of the house. Two more rang out as the women scattered with exclamations and curses, leaving a dead tired and bleeding Syara on the ground, covering her head with her arms and her stomach with her knees.

"Bitch ass nigga!" Hooty was beating on Sticky who he'd stopped before he could flee out the back door with the rest of the assailants.

She was sure he was the one who punched her first when they were jumping her. He was the only one that could've hit her that hard.