The Dance Academy (ON HOLD)

08

Chris's POV

"Hey," I looked up and saw Christian. I nodded at him.

"Wassup, bruh," I looked back down at my laptop and rubbed my head.

"What you doin'? I heard them PX niggas lookin' for you. What you do?" he sat on his bed and looked at me with a small grin on his face.

"I told her daddy he'd have to kill me to get me away from her." I shrugged and looked at him.

"Yo, young blood, that nigga might really kill you!" I shrugged again with seriousness on my face. "He can do that, but Ima make sure Dancer's okay. I'll take that bullet for her." I spoke blankly.

"You like her don't you?" he questioned. I nodded and got up from my bed.

"Yeah." my phone went off and I had a message from Dancer.

Her: i'm going to send something to you ... don't open it in front of anybody

My eyes widened and I smirked a little. Was she a freak? God have mercy.

Me: Okay, baby girl. I got you.

I walked out of the room. "I'll be right back," I told Christian.

I went in the bathroom and opened Dancer's message. She stood in the mirror with her back to it and took a picture of the scars on her back. I clenched my jaw and rubbed my chin. I went back into the room and grabbed a bag of equipment I had.

"You wanna ride?" I looked at Christian. He nodded, "I'm down fam. Let's go."

I got in the car and started it up, throwing the bag of equipment in the back seat. I called Dancer and she answered quietly.

"Yeah?" her sweet voice came through the phone.

"Are you home alone?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I'm on my way over there. I can get in."

"Chris, what are you talking about?" I could hear the fear in her voice.

"Trust me, baby girl. I'm coming." I hung up the phone and stopped to get Fluffy, Boomer, and Kyle. They got in the car and Kyle rubbed his hands together.

"You got 'em?" I asked Fluffy.

"Yeah, I got 'em." He took the black masks out of his bag. Christian looked at me and smiled.

"Oh, we rollin' up on the nigga? Yoooo." he laughed and I nodded. I pulled up a few blocks down from Dancer's house, in a dead end. No cameras, nobody can see us. I pulled a pair of gloves over my hands and pulled the jacket on.

"Alright, listen up. If you have tattoos, cover them. These are voice maskers. Your voice will be altered so if the police get involved, they will hit a dead end." I handed everyone a voice changer and gave Kyle my laptop. He knew exactly what to do.

"Cover every inch of your skin. Nothing can be used to find us." I put a scarf around Christian's neck and pulled in into his shirt. He pulled on the jacket and a pair of gloves. Fluffy and Boomer grabbed the bags and I put on a pair of sunglass.

I turned on everyone's voice maskers and smirked.

"Let's roll," my voice came out as if I were a robot talking.

"Ohhh shit!" Christian laughed. He was too hype.

I walked through the woods and found my way back to Dancer's front gate. We took this route to make sure the neighbors' camera's didn't catch us. We got to the edge of the gate and I drew my gun. I popped the glock and nodded at Christian to pull his. He followed my lead and I walked up to the gate and told Kyle to ring the bell from laptop. He followed my commands and I sniffed. The guard opened the gate.