The Criminal Outrage

Chapter 1

What was Life as a criminal? It certainly wasn't a happy one. When the first thing you do is beat someone up when they say something you don't like, it makes matters even worse. Knowing that every night I went to sleep that the base could be torched isn't a fun thought, obviously. I'd have to work around it, like every other day I lived on the cruel streets of Detroit. Thinking about it now, I don't remember a day where I wasn't fighting. My first major fight was when I was 11. Truly, it wasn't my fault. It's just the way people view me. Sure, I dropped out of High School, but that doesn't make me stupid. It just means I had a change of Heart. It was a smart choice, in my opinion. I couldn't last a day at school without knocking someone out. If I had to think a maximum amount of times that I've been suspended, I'd say about 6 times. I still don't know why I was never expelled. I bet the teachers wanted my out of the school, too. Maybe the Principal held a special place in his Heart for Criminals? 

As I pondered how dangerous my Life was, and how it would fly off the railroad soon enough, I remembered the current situation. Not a Peaceful Rest. Actually, the complete opposite, because breaking-and-entering was illegal anywhere. Like the Quartering Act of 1765, right? If you have no idea what I'm talking about, I have exact proof on why I'm not stupid:

The Quartering Act of 1765 was an Act of Parliament, stating that the colonies were required to house Soldiers.

Oy. Why did it matter? Breaking-And-Entering is illegal, but here I am, discussing History in my Brain.

"Samuel ain't gonna know what hit him!" Donny whispered to me.

Ya know, Donny (from what he said, at least) seems like an average cartoony Criminal. Like the ones that would slip on a banana peel and then comedically fly out a window. But he wasn't. He was close, but not spot-on. Or was he? I don't know what to think. Donny is Donny. He is an average Criminal who for a living wants to rob people, sell drugs, and beat up random people on the street. Him and I were good pals, but basically polar opposites. He wanted to do what he was doing for the rest of his Life. I did too, but more Professionally. He peaked at his Fresh-Man Year in High School, and I haven't yet. I'm not trying to brag, trust me, because I don't have a clean Record with the Police, either. I've been arrested a good amount of times. All of those were for fighting people. When I was six I can barely remember when my Dad left my Mom. They got into a full-out-brawl because of his drunkenness. My Mom was the best, but he was a junkie. Like I said, he WAS a Junkie. As he bolted out of the House that day, my Mom followed outside with his pistol. I heard a few gunshots, and the last thing I can put together was that the Police were surrounding the house. I heard my Mom yell, and then more gunshots followed. My older brother, Ricardo, rushed us out the back of the house as the Police completely raided the house. He was my role-model, since I never had anyone else to look up to. At the time my Mom killed my Dad and then the Police killed my Mom, Ricardo was 17. Now that I was 17, and he was 28, I felt that I didn't need anyone to look up to. If anyone asked, I'd say Ricardo, but my main inspiration was...fighting...I guess....Fighting was a way for me to let loose and not care. I usually win them, too. 

But that was beside the point. The main point was to torch Samuel and to book it out of there. I took my lighter and sparked it up quickly. Donny pushed in the door to Samuel's room, and then motioned for me to tip-toe in. Using the Lighter to light my dark surroundings, I got closer to his bed. I almost died from laugher when I saw his sleeping face. His eyes were half-shut, so he looked like the exorcist. I flashed the lighter around the bottom of his bed, waiting for the flame to meet the fabric. It started to bug me that the flame was catching the bed on fire. The anticipation was destroying me. I turned to the doorway, and stared at Donny. I whispered as quiet as possible for him.

"What is it?" He darted to me.

"It's not catching on fire!" I responded, feeling very annoyed.

Without saying anything, Donny snatched my Lighter and simply dropped it on the bed. I blinked a few times. Once when I opened my eyes, the whole bed was catching on fire. I fell backwards as Donny rushed me out. I heard a bunch of screams from Samuel as we left the house.

Did we kill him? That wasn't the intention! Just a little burn on him, not death!

I heard lots of screams, but they seemed to stay right behind me, even when we ditched the house. That's when I realized why. I heard a crack, and Donny collapsed. I wanted to laugh at his fail, but I also figured out why. He couldn't help it. A bullet was imbedded in his left leg. He seemed to ignore it. I mean, he has had worse. Stab wounds, broken bones, and so on. He limped as fast as possible.

As we ran on, I felt my legs buckling. The smell of gun smoke scraped my lungs as I kept running. A loud crashing sound erupted through the streets as I felt the wind of a bullet fly past me.

"RUN! THAT'S RIGHT! RUN!" I heard Samuel yelling. Where was he? I turned around and saw nothing. Just random gunshots and then more yelling. Donny couldn't take the risk. He bounded as hard as possible to cover, but slipped right before he made it. I still helped him get into cover as he unleashed his favorite weapon: His Gun. Aiming around the corner, he fired a few shots, laughing insanely. I covered my ears from the sound. As a Musician, I needed them covered. Donny fired the rest of his round. More gunshots came back, and that's when I also put the pieces together on what the future held. The Police would be notified. I thought I saw the Blue and Red colors zooming down the street, but I ignored it. I was correct, though. Donny put his gun down as a whole Police Squad stopped their cars and aimed their guns at Samuel.

"They don't see us. Stay quiet." Donny said. He told me this like he knew they'd come all along. Samuel went to point at us. The bad decision there was that he was pointing with his gun. A gunshot rang through the air and Samuel sank onto the ground. He dropped his gun and tried to stand up, putting his hands behind his head- or at least what was left of his hands. His left wrist was completely destroyed. I followed Donny through many of the neighborhood lawns. As we hopped a wall and started running into the distance, I heard some more gunshots from behind. They were coming towards us, though.

It wasn't a successful day for Samuel, but I guess it was alright for Donny and I. The Gang had basically started a war. We had drawn first-blood, if you will.