LA GANGSTER

Not So Gangster Gangster

It all happened so fast. One moment I was just walking down the street when all of a sudden whack. Something metal hit me in the back head and I was out. When I came to I couldn't see anything and nothing happened for about ten minutes. When all of a sudden. BOOM! And I went from 60 to 0 in about 2 seconds. I slammed into the wall in front of me and I almost passed out again. "ugh" comes out of my mouth as I groan in pain. Blood leaking from my cut lip. When I realized this is my opportunity to get away. The door to the right is busted and some light is leaking through. I think I could kick it open. I kick the door to the outside and the door gave way easily. I didn't give it a second moment. I ran as hard as I could. I noticed that they hit a tree after going off of the highway. I run passed one of them as he tried to grab me. I duck under his arm. He narrowly misses me as I keep running.
After a while I notice that it is a little chilly. Weird it's almost December there should be ice and snow everywhere. I slow down to a jog. After an hour running it's almost sun set. When I notice a sign. Five miles to LA. " how the fuck did I get here " I said as I look up and see LA's skyline.

what the fuck... How the hell did I get California. How long was I out. Did the drug me? What the hell? Wait calm down.
Am I hurt? I think. Then start to check my body for damages. My minor injuries are some random bruises throughout my body, a few cuts and scrapes. My bigger injuries are a badly cut lip witch is still bleeding I have to fix that, a very sore arm, a headache, the back of my head hurts alot.
I'm so tired. I take a look at my surroundings. Some woods to my right and left, LA dead ahead and the road is behind me. Shelter. I go right, away from the road. I'll head into LA tomorrow.
When I think I'm far enough from the road to not be found, I sit next to a tree to go to sleep.
Despite how tired I am I can't fall asleep. I sit there and realize I am hungry, and also what I'm wearing, for some reason. I'm in my normal get up tennis shoes, hoodie, T-shirt, and jeans. When I finally fall asleep.

"Mmm" I mumble when I wake up groggily. I feel worse then when I fell asleep, I yawn. It's morning at least. I think through the throbbing at the back of my head and on my lip. I also feel sore everywhere. This sucks, I'm hungry and hurt. I stay sitting for a little longer before deciding to try and get food.

After a little walking I reach LA. Tired, hurt, hungry and thirsty. I keep walking. I finally work the soreness out of my body. It's early dawn still. Still walking I stop. I heard a noise that raises the hair on my neck.
I hear someone cock the gun. "don't scream if you want to live" says voice laced with happiness at his find. "come into the alley slowly" said the voice. I turn slowly until I see him. He is slightly shorter then me. His hair is a couple inches long, his jeans and jacket are torn bad. "C'mon hurry up come here" I take a couple steps toward him. I notice he is shaking slightly. I'm about half a foot away from the gun. He takes one hand off the gun with his palm up " hand over your all of your money" he demands. When I attack. I bring one hand to the bottom of the gun. I bring the other arm to push his elbow down forcing his arm to bend. When I grab the gun with that hand. He pulls the trigger once while I spin and elbow him in the gut. I wrench the gun out of his hand. He ended up falling on the ground. I back a couple steps so he can't grab me. "The tables have turned. Bitch" I say quietly. "Please don't kill me" he begs. "Fine then give me your money" I reply with a grin. He immediately starts emptying his pockets. He starts to move towards me with it. "No just leave it on the ground" he sets in on the ground. Then he turns and runs away. "Have a nice day" I call out to him the sarcasm in my voice is thick. I grab the money on the ground, I count it. Just over one hundred dollars. I stick it into my pocket I look at the gun and notice that it is a Berretta m9 with glow sights. I flick the safety and put it inside my pants covering it up with my shirt and jacket. I start walking back down the street.

I finally find a McDonald's. I'm starving and thirsty. I walk in the guy at the counter looks terrified when I enter. I walk up to him. "What do you serve" I say nicely. "It's up there" he says in a shaky voice. While pointing up at a board. "Get me a.... Mmm.... How about a mcgriddle."I say politely after I make up my mind."Meal?" He asks still in a shaky voice but starting to calm down. "yes please"I reply." Large?" He asks. "No small" I reply thinking of my wallet."ok that will be $3.50" he says. I hand over the money getting impatient. He then leave to go make it. He comes back after a couple minutes with my tray in hand."here" he says. Handing me the try and a small drink. "thanks" I reply quickly. Grabbing the tray and the cup hungrily. I go to the closest booth and start to dig in. I finish the McGriddle quickly. I eat the hash brown next. After I finish that I go and fill up the cup with water and chug it and I do that three time, before I fill it with Dr pepper and put away the tray while sipping on the Dr pepper. When I sit back down still drinking the pop I hear. "Did you even taste that" I hear a deep voice say smugly. shit I didn't notice a big group of about 7 people. With the guy that tried to mug me!! Looks like that bastard got his friends. That bitch. " yeah your right I did not taste it" I reply calmly. While I rest my hand on my gut. "So... Our friend here says you mugged him." Says who looks like the leader. "Why would I do that?" I say calmly looking them all up and down. The one who is talking has no ripped clothes neither does the guy on his right. But everyone else has clothes that look worse and worse. It looks like the guy that tried to mug me is the runt of their group with the worse clothes. "I dunno you wanted to make a scene get some money from Joe" he says while he puts his hands in his pockets. Uh oh not good if Joe had a gun then so does he. Shit. Ding ding I look at the door as another group enters. Great. One of the new guys says "hey James"." The fuck do you want Konner" the one who is Konner replies with "oh nothing but the fact that your friend Joe was in our territory trying to mug people" Konner says as he pulls out a gun "we don't like when you come into our territory. I thought you knew that" Konner continues while his friends pull out guns as well. Oh shit, shits going down. I get out of my seat while grabbing my gun and moving it behind my back while I switch the safety off. I try to get out of the line of fire. "No I wanna talk with you after this" he says to me. When Joe all of a sudden pulls out a gun and shoots at me. I bring my gun up when I feel a searing pain in my leg. I aim at his head and pull the trigger. He falls, dead. "That good enough for you assholes" James yells. "Yes" Konner replies. What have I got my self into. I look at my leg. I was shot. Fuck, that hurts like hell! I keep my gun raised with one hand while I try to stop the bleeding with the other. "Get out of here James" Konner demands. While I bring my other hand down to try to stop the bleeding. Fuck that hurts. Ding ding. I look up to see James and his crew leave while Konner and his group approach me. Fuck.

"Hi" I say questioningly with my voice laced with pain. "Hey calm down it is okay" Konner says with, wait, caring. Was that caring in his voice. The hell. "What do you want?" Pain heavy in my voice. "You were on my territory, When you where mugged, witch means you got involved in our little rivalry and for that I'm sorry. I saw you get mugged but I was to far away but you got moves and I have an invitation for you. Do you wanna join our clique?" He asks. Damn. what the the fuck am I supposed to say to that. No, Fuck you, chick chick bang, dead. "Uhh... Sure" I stammer in reply. "Sweet, let's get you fixed up eh" Konner says.