Five years later. Rage consumed me. I saw the world differently since I saw my mother dead. The killer was at large. My main suspect and her "boyfriend" Doug Avirace.
A scoundrel with orange hair, lazy build and teeth as crooked as he is. The doucebag....he was fiend. He drank and slept with the tramps out in the street that were open 24 hours a day like a damn McDonald's.
The thing is that he has connections. Ties to organized crime and gangs. If (and when) I knock this one domino down, another one will fall and lead to a series of events. Drug lords, assassins, and kingpins will lose a front. A man who gave them jobs and information. He was seen as Mr.Untouchable.
He wasn't a god. He was a man. He bled. He felt pain. No matter the status: Poor or rich, President or Soldier, we all bleed. I realized that when a cocky football player decided to try to roast me on my torn sneakers.
"Oh my God!" He exclaimed. "What are those?!"
What are those? Clearly, sneakers asshole.
"A replica of your vagina, you tattered, worn out no good sack of donkey dick tips."
The classroom shouted "oohhh" in astonishment. The short tempered, JV turd shot up from his seat. So I struck first. I took my pencil and stabbed it into his thigh.
I got suspended for 17 days. I never came back. I didn't plan to. School didn't teach me anything. It irritated me. It was fuel for a growing flame. I was sick of it all. The stuck ups, the tramps, the jocks, the druggies, and the judgementals. All of them.
Who am I? My name was Maxwell Hawlings. When I was weak and pitiful. Now, I'm someone else. Someone stronger. I'm Max Ammo.
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Dead Men Bleed
ActionDirtroad. A colony for scum, killers, and thieves to find sanctuary in. There is no law and order. No justice. No morals. All it took was a bad day for one young man to finally do the thing none other has ever done in this God foresaken city: Seek j...
