New Orleans: City Raining {August Alsina Urban} (EDITING)

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Devin Langston, at ten years old...

June 12, 2002

"Please, d-don't kill me!" He begged as we stood out on the balcony. Malcolm held his black gun out as He aimed at his head. "I swear! I'll have your money soon!" Malcolm smirked at how little this snake of a nigga knew.

"Of course, your ass owe me fucking money! Your whole damn family owes me money," He chuckled,

"Ion' owe you shit!" He said spitting at my feet,

"Did, you get that filthy shit on my snake print shoes?, Nigga your life ain't worth shit right now. Any last words?" I had this nigga shaking in his fake Jordan's.

"I got people bitch nigga, they are gone get yo' ass bet on that!" Malcolm put his silencer on the tip of my gun and cocked it. As he put the gun in-between his eyes. And, with confidence he said,

"I doubt it..."

Pow!

Malcolm pulled out his hanky and wiped the little blood stain off of my face. He walked back into the house and took the phone out of his back pocket. But before he could even call his gang to come clean up the mess from the guy he just sacked — he looked up to see his son, Devin.

"Son, I'm sorry you had to see that – but? This will be your life soon enough,"

"What do you mean daddy? I don't want to kill people..." Devin said as he looked at his father intensively,

"Son? Let's just call this the circle of life – kill or be killed? Your dad is going to teach you how to survive in this world..." Malcolm stepped inside of the house and pulled his son in softly. Devin couldn't help himself but look at the poor dead man on the floor dead. Laying in a pool of blood,

"Hey? Don't look at that, I'm sorry you had to see that but your ten and it's time for me to show you what I really do,"

"But daddy? I can't do that..." Malcolm sighed and patted Devin on the back,

"Devin, daddy would never hurt you nor lie to you — but it's time to face it, your kid days are over..." Malcolm pulled out his pistol as he was bent down in front of Devin. Devin pushed up his glasses and looked at his dad as he was at his level,

"Really Dad? Me not kid anymore?" Malcolm shook his head no,

"Not anymore — you're going to be a boss like ya' daddy, here hold your hands out," Devin did what his Dad said, and Malcolm placed the gun in his hand.

"Hold it up, aim... But don't shot okay?" Devin nodded, in Devin's heart he knew something wasn't right, but he loved his dad. And he'd do anything to make his dad proud and love him,

"Now aim,"

"O-okay..." Devin aimed, and at that moment Nathan walked in and gasped but then shook his head when he walked out to the balcony,

"Putting him in the game early I see?" Nathan said, but Malcolm had Devin pointing the gun in his direction,

"You see his chest, Devin?" Devin nodded,

"You got your bulletproof vest on is that right?" Malcolm said with a smirk,

"Yeah mane, you know I always do. What's the deal?" Malcolm whispered into Devin's ear and he placed his finger on the trigger,

"We're going to use you as a target practice,"

Devin inhaled deeply,

"Mane Malcolm, what's the deal?"

"Nothing, he just needs to know how to shot. He saw me do my bi'ness tonigh', and he needs to know how to shoot like a man, so just stand still," Devin began to hyperventilate,

"Relax Devin, you're going to be a man, when people see you with this gun everyone will fear you son. Now breath," Devin was scared and he was in need of his inhaler,

"Daddy you want me to shoot uncle Nat? I can't do that, daddy I need my inhaler, I'm scared,"

Malcolm looked at his son, and didn't tell or get intense,

"Come on, Malcolm what I do?" Malcolm just looked at Devin, then at Nathan,

"Nathan chill... Now Devin shot, and for his chest... Not his head, his chest... Have a tight grip I got you okay?" Malcolm laughed slightly,

"Mane, I got everything in the biz' running I ain't d-didn't nothing. But he doesn't know how to shoot? He just a kid,"

"Shut up, Nat! He ain't no kid no mo' just chill and stay the fuck still!" Nathan swallowed hard and held his hands up, he was sweating and his legs were shaking,

"Devin, pull the trigger and shoot... Hold it tight and shoot. Keep your eyes open, I got you... Shoot!" Devin's index finger shook and he pulled the trigger. It was like in slow motion, the bullet flew and hit Nathan in the chest. The wind knocked out of him and he prayed to God the bullet didn't hit him in the head, Devin was shaken and thought he hurt Uncle Nathan,

"I-I can't breathe Daddy! I killed him, I can't breathe!!" He began to hyperventilate more and was gasping to catch his breath,

"Hey! Hey, Devin, your a man! Just breast son, BREATH... You're strong you don't need that damn weak inhaler... You strong, now breath in and out," Devin nodded and began to breathe in and out,

"Good, now that you're a man. Go to your room and don't tell your mama about this okay?" He nodded and Malcolm kissed his son on the forehead. Nathan sat up and rubbed his chest,

"I'm okay Lil D, gon' off to your room," he nodded and ran to his room. Devin went to his room and closed the door, he ran over to his inhaler and looked at it. He inhaled it and sat on his bed, he thought about what just transpired. He couldn't believe he seen his dad kill someone – he looked up to his dad like a superhero, but now he saw him in a different light. He couldn't pinpoint what it was, but in time, he would... Now that he went through this? He'd never be the same again...

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