Battle Of Mississippi

Chapter Twelve

Uptown
Zavier Jackson

It was midnight as I crept up to big brick house in the suburbs and there wasn't a person in sight. Even though I was about to go and do something I surely wouldn't regret, I almost felt bad. I almost wanted someone to pull up or come outside so that I could abort my mission,But the bitch in the house deserved everything coming to her for birthing a bitch such as her son.

This may have not been her fight but she was definitely going to be a victim in this war. The plans I had for her filled my body with a wanton lust. For some strange reason death always aroused me.

I preceded to the patio doors in the backyard and slid them open slowly. I had been coming in and out of this house for a week moving shit around playing mind games with this bitch. Now tonight their would be no more games.

My stomach began to growl so I searched around her kitchen for the ingredients to make a sandwich. After I made my sandwich, I grabbed an unopened bag of barbecue lays potato chips and a bottle water.

As I held onto my food with a death grip I plopped down on the soft leather sofa and picked up the remote. Luckily, I didn't even have to change the channel my favorite show criminal minds was playing.

After about 30 minutes of eating and watching television I decided to get my tools together and go wake up Ms. Davis.I climbed the stairs and went into her messy bedroom and noticed she wasn't in bed. I looked toward the bathroom and prepared to rock this bitch's world.

I ripped the door open to a stunned drowsy old lady pissing on the toilet and proceeded to rain blow after blow on her. After about three minutes of continuously beating her,I ripped her half naked body off the toilet seat and dragged her downstairs. Her body was riddled with rug burns. Those would be the least of her pain tonight.

I tied her up to a chair that I had taken from her beautifully decorated dining room and covered her mouth with tape. I threw acid on her face to wake her up and would you know..it worked. I picked up the white jug off the floor and opened the container up as the strong smell assaulted my nostrils and I noticed that she began whipping her head back and forth pleasing with me through her eyes.

I was on a mission though and her old ass couldn't do shit about it. An eye for an eye. You take something I love and I'm going to do the same to you but worse. She clenched her eyes shut and pried them back open and poured the hot liquid into them and not even the tape could muffle her loud screams.

I didn't the right eye first and then proceeded to the left. The pretty blue color her hazel eyes changed to put a smile on my face.I would surely have to act surprised when I heard this news. I began to slice her up all over her body thinking to myself a slash here and slash there.

Before long her whole body was cut all over. I doused her with bleach and acid wondering if she would pass out from the pain. Surprisingly she didn't. I pulled out a sharp scalpel and like the plastic surgeon I wasn't I began to imitate doctor Miami while scalping her.

After about 30 minutes, I paused and with sweat dripping down my face from concentration I began to admire my work. She looked like something out of a horror movie and I was satisfied. The only thing left to do was mark my territory and with that I took the best piss of my life all over Moe David's ugly ass mother.

I chuckled to myself because you couldn't even call her bald headed more like bald brains. Seeing as I had literally peeled her cap back. After all of my hard work I left her slumped on the chair and fixed myself another sandwich and sat down to another episode of criminal minds.

After about another hour I walked out of the front door and to the black truck parked in front of her home and headed home to lay in my comfortable ass bed. I thanked God for the gift of Life as I saw the sunrise peak over the horizon feeling like I could conquer anything.

Uptown
Aleyah Jackson

I sat down in the living room of JoJo's mother house waiting to tell her this news. I brought Moe and Twali with me for support and protect from these old members that walked out on us. Rumors is that they join Midtown,but I don't give a fuck! They straight hood hopping outcha in these streets.

The door opened and it was Jo Jo's momma,Miss Rosie,coming through the door looking like she hasn't slept in days.

"What y'all doing here Leyah? Have y'all seen Javarious? He know I don't like when he don't call me and tell me where he at?" She said while sitting her stuff down and walked over to her chair she always relax in.

Tears started rolling down my face instantly. Miss Rosie was like our mother and she always was there for us! Now, I got to sit here and tell her the most devastating news with no help from Zavier bitch ass.

"Momma Rosie, Jo Jo was killed in a car wreck about 3 weeks ago and I'm so sorry to tell you so late!" I said while tears still rolling down my eyes heavily,

Twali and I got up to comfort Miss Rosie as she jus cried into our arms. She yelled and screamed for Jo Jo to come back which made me cry even more.

Moe gave came comfort me as tears rolled down his eyes surprisedly. I never seen Moe cry or Twali cry but at this moment anybody would cry if you seen how sad the vibe was in this room.

JoJo was cremated and the ashes was in this little vase thing I gave Miss Rosie before we left.
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