Vicious Cycle

Vicious Cycle VXIII

VICIOUS CYCLE

VXIII

Soon after, Critical and General reached the Dons Galore meeting point, with several of their household items being omnipresent. General shut the door as Critical hastily walked in frustrated.

“What the fuck is going on?” he growled as he dumped the items he held on the ground in anger

“Someone called the feds, that’s what” General declared as he placed his items on the ground “I swear down, I will find out the fucker who did that, don’t watch that”

“So now we’re homeless – yet again, for fuck sake” Critical barked as he paced around, contemplating on what he and his brother were to do next.

“Alright, just calm down” General declared “This is annoying, as if we don’t have enough to deal with”

“This is total shambles, you know that, yeah?” Critical replied “We were there for almost two years without being caught and now all of a sudden, this bullshit has come and now we got no fucking place to stay”

“Can you stop repeating that” General growled, increasingly annoyed “Now, I can’t think of where we can stay at the moment...I don’t think any of the Dons have a spare room...Ace and Spade I think do, I’ll bell them tomorrow but for now – I think we need to just jam here”

“On this cold floor? Fuck that” Critical declared

“Ok, ‘big man’” General stated sarcastically “I’ve never heard anyone sleeping standing up. If you want to be the first, be my guest. Now if you are a normal person, get one of the jackets and lie on the floor and sleep. I will find out who did this, you mark my words”

“Fine...” Critical replied as he looked through their gym bags and brought out a dark-coloured coat. He placed it on the floor and irritably sat down on top of it. General appeared to be in deep thought “Bro, what’s up?”

“I’m gonna call all the Dons...something don’t sit right with me” General declared as he brought out his phone.

Sometime later, Major; Rapid; Sparks; Element; Whiz; Pro and over 30 members of Dons Galore all gathered at the meeting point. General stood prominently before the large group of young adult men of various races.

“Alright, Dons” General declared “Now, I called you lot tonight because quite frankly...I’m rather pissed off. Something happened to me and Critic tonight that defines someone’s stupidity. We are now FUCKING HOMELESS. HOMELESS – no yard to go to...nothing. Someone here I believe knows something. Be wise and speak up now, because I swear to you, I will find you, and when I do, you best believe I won’t deal with you lightly”

“Shit...What are we gonna do, it’s our fault” Pro whispered to his brother as General was talking

“Shut up and don’t say shit, then” Whiz declared “It was that fat piece of shit that must have called the Feds on us when we were smoking the weed Sparks gave us. Nah, he won’t clock that it’s us, don’t watch that”

“What makes you so sure?” Pro asked

“I mean...He’s probably still doesn’t know about Critical and that idiot Wavy Nation chick. I mean, this is so raw, we could get away with anything now” Whiz grinned

“Hold your horses...You’re sounding like me now” Pro declared

“Yeah...” Whiz declared as he realised, but he regained his senses “We can’t go around doing our own shit so freely. We ain’t traitors, we love Dons Galore. The amount of shit we’ve all been through for years, I ain’t throwing that all away. I ain’t pushing my luck because if General finds out...The way we will be in danger is emotional, trust”