Chris:
My vision was blurry at first. All I could see was one light hanging from the ceiling that dimly lit the room. The walls were bland. Grey.
I shook my head, trying to make my vision clear but it wasn’t working. I tried to move but I couldn’t. I was tied up. There moved my wrists and felt rope that was tightly tied around them. I let out a muffled scream. My mouth was covered with duct tape.
As my vision started to become clear, I felt a sudden pain run through my head. It feels like I got hit with something. Shit, where the fuck am I? The last thing I remember is getting out of the car to find Kid… Kid.
I looked to my right and saw a blurry red blob. There he is. But where are we?
My vision came into focus and I saw that we were in an empty room. The walls were grey and dirty and like I said, there was only one light that dimly lit the room.
“What the fuck?!” I screamed against the tape that covered my mouth. Kid looked up and his eyes got wide. We both started yelling at each other but it was useless because the tape was over both of our mouths. He was tied up too.
I noticed that he had blood dripping down the side of his face.
I started to move around in the chair as much as I could but it was hard because my ankles were tied tightly together also. Kid was doing the same as me.
Then the door in front of us opened and I saw a tall figure come in with a hoodie over their head. “Rise and shine boys,” the familiar voice said. The last voice that I wanted to hear.
Anthony took the hood from over his head and sat a bottle of water down on a folding table that was in the room. I frantically looked around and recognized the place.
“Ah, I see you recognize where we’re at,” he laughed. I gave him the look of death. He’s the biggest pussy that I know. “Oh, and maybe you should tell your friend to not travel at night by himself. It’s dangerous. Yall both knew you guys were a target. Dumb asses,” he added.
I started to scream at him but the tape was blocking my words. “Oops, my bad.” Anthony got up, walking over to me. He ripped the tape off my mouth which hurt like a bitch but that didn’t stop me from spitting at him. He looked down at his hoodie where my spit landed and chuckled.
“You think a little spit is going to hurt me?” he asked, pulling the hoodie over his head. He had on a white t-shirt underneath.
“You’re a bitch ass nigga man! What the fuck do you want from me?!” I screamed. Kid started to mumble something since there was tape still blocking his mouth.
“Now you can shut the fuck up because I’m not taking the tape off of your mouth,” Anthony said, pointing towards Kid. Kid looked at him through slitted eyes before he stopped trying to talk.
“Now, where were we Chris? Oh yeah okay. You asked me what I want from you. Oh… nothing. I’m not asking you for anything.” He laughed and sat on the edge of the folding table. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at me.
“You’ve been after me for so long. For what? You spent years of your life following what the fuck I do. You must be a gay ass nigga,” I said. He shook his head at me.
“You just don’t get it do you? You killed my brother for no reason at all!” he yelled furiously. “Your brother was asking for it and you fucking know it! I told him to keep my moms name out of his mouth but he kept clowning her. You know I didn’t mean for shit to go that far!” I fussed.
