Gang War

Chapter 1

              I stood there hovering over someone who back stabbed me. A sliver engraved Colt 1911 laid comfortably in the palm of my hand. We were in a forest alone so no one could hear his screams of pain. The headlights of my Impala were on us. He sat on his knees with a sack over his head. I just watch him scrum around as I sat on the hood of the car.

             'Do you know why your here?' I asked with a deep voice. The sack shook for left to right quickly.

             'Do you know who I am?' I asked. The back shook again left to right. I walk over to him and pull the sack off. His eyes beemed at mine. I could see the pain and confusion in his eyes.

              'Now do you know who I am?' I asked angerly.

               'Yes.' He said with a shaky voice when he saw the gun.

               'Do you know what you did wrong?' I asked aim the gun at is knee.

               'I don't know.' He told me. His eyes were filled with pled for me not to shot him.

                'Well you back stabbed me.' I said while pulling the trigger and hearing the crack of the gun. He fell to his side screaming bloody murder.

                'Hey you need to chill out sweetheart no one is gonna hear you.' I said with a smile on my face.

               'Fuck you.' Is all he said as I was walking back to the trunk of the my car.

                'Fuck you' he said louder. I grabbed the bat that was laying on the spare tire. I walk around the car and his eyes widen.

                'Dude please I'll do whatever you want.' Screaming It to me. I didn't listen and swung the bat against his other knee. Another loud scream from him filled my ears.

                 'So now you cant run away from me,tell me why you back stabbed me?'  I said clearly without stuttering.

                'What are you talking about?' He asked me.

                  'Did I fucking stutter asshole?' I said angrily while hitting him in the jaw.

                   'Ok ok.' He pleaded. ' I back stabbed you to get a couple grand from the rival gang. He said while crying.

                   'Where is it?' I asked. 'It's at my house in the closet on 21st street and Harvard Ave 10415 is the address.' He said.

                  'Thank you.' I said pulling my gun back out and aim it at him.

                    'Please man let me live.' He asked pledging for his life.

                    'No asshole you deserve to die.' I said with a smile on my face while I empty the rest of the bullets in the gun. One crack at a time filling his lifeless body with lead. I pick up my bat and throw it in the backseat and drove off to the main road and went home.