Vicious Cycle

Vicious Cycle VI

VICIOUS CYCLE

VI

Later that day, the sky turned dark. It was in the evening. General was sitting in the living room of his apartment, on the phone, whilst counting money

“Are you serious? On the real, are you serious?” Critical barked in a frustrated manner “No it’s cool man, don’t stress. He’s a big boy init? I’m chill man, and I’ll see you tomorrow. Bless” He hung up the phone. Critical reached the apartment door, and put his keys through the keyhole. He entered the apartment. General speedily got up and marched to the hallway, and saw Critical. He saw red

“What’s good, bro?” Critical grinned. General marched up to Critical and gave him a mighty hard slap on his face. The sound echoed around the apartment. The slap was so hard, Critical took a few steps back, whist feeling his face

“WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?” Critical roared as he clutched his jaw

“You idiot” General barked “Why did you go AWOL like that earlier?”

“Yo, I’m a big man, I can do whatever I want” Critical declared as he continued to feel his jaw “Fucking hell, I think you broke my jaw”

“You haven’t answered my question” General declared “You were supposed to get the guns and bring them back but you weren’t with Major or Rapid. I want to know why”

“Because I felt like it” Critical replied “I don’t see what the problem is, we got about 11 guns between us, and I only got two...So why are you stressing?”

“It’s the principle of the matter. I ordered you to do a task, a simple one, and you flopped in doing that”

“The guns are in my bag” Critical took off his backpack and threw it on the floor

“I beg you, don’t push your luck” General growled “Don’t push it”

“Whatever man, I’m gonna get a drink” Critical stated, before he proceeded to walk to the kitchen. General then grabbed Critical and pinned him by the wall, with his forearm against Critical’s neck

“Listen, you fucking ingrate” General begun angrily. Critical tried to move but his brother was far too strong, so he gave up “You know I only want the best for you. If you keep acting like this, what the fuck am I supposed to do? None of the Dons knew where you were, and you come here like everything is bless? Are you out of your fucking mind?”

“You want the best for me, yeah?” Critical asked as he was breathing heavily “You got a funny way of showing it”

“LISTEN TO ME. You are too fucking stubborn, that’s your problem. LISTEN” General barked. He then took his forearm off of Critical’s neck. Critical began to cough violently, as he put his hands on his knees, and coughed to the ground

“Of course I want the best for you, man” General started “You have all the makings of a true leader, trust. You will eventually take over the Dons and I don’t want you to slip. I can’t lose you”

“I won’t go off like that again, if that’s what you want to hear” Critical stated angrily “You ain’t my parent, I’m a big man, yet you stress over my whereabouts. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

General closed his eyes, as his anger was boiling more and more with every word Critical was saying

“Do not push it, Critic...I mean it” he declared nonchalantly “Look, we are both similar in many ways. We’re blunt, straight-to-the-point mandem...We don’t mess around”

“I’m nothing like you” Critical declared “Ever since we joined the Dons, I’ve stolen, been in lots of fights, wrecked property and whatnot...Much like you in that respect but...I ain’t NEVER killed someone. I’m not any fucking murderer. I’ve threatened that I would but I can stand here and say that I’ve never taken someone else’s life. I can’t bring myself to do that for some strange reason. I can’t even kill anyone from Wavy Nation – the fuckers that we hate more than anything in the...universe. So I beg you, stop saying that we’re the same, because, really and truly, we’re not” Critical then begins to laugh