The Criminal Outrage

Chapter 11

I slept that Night amazingly. I've never slept better in my whole 17 years of Life than that Night. I was awoken when Stick blew cigarette smoke in my face, which burnt my eyes when I finally opened them. He laughed when I showed a miserable face. The reason he wanted to wake me up is because Maddog wanted to see me. I just nodded as I got ready. 

It took me some time to put my thoughts together, to think about how everything unfolded the pervious Night. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? Him and I were normally Friends, so I hoped that how everything happened wouldn't damage anything.

He was waiting on the outside porch for me. When he saw me, he didn't smile like he normally did. He just stared. 

"Aye."

No reply. He stood up and motioned his hand for me to follow him. He lead me down a path that he must've discovered earlier that Morning. When we reached the end of the path, he put out his leg in front of my legs, and I tried to stop. I barely did, but I still tripped and bit the dust.

"All right. Wrestling time, huh?" I wiped the dirt of my face. It was cold, unlike the dirt in Detroit.

I stood up and brushed my legs and shirt off. What I found out was that it wasn't anything close to a wrestling tournament. I turned around to see a gun, pointed straight towards my head. My vision blurred to anything around me, and I focused on the gun.

"Easy, easy," I tried to calm Maddog down. He was one to get even, but like this? Killing someone? I shouldn't of been surprised.

"You think you're so cool, don't ya? You just beat me up? In a car? Not like you, Pick. Just over a Guitar, too, hm? It's so surreal, ain't it? You could've...I don't know, broke something on me? You cracked my back, for pete's sake, and you're lucky you didn't damage my spine. If that was the case, you'd be dead all ready. Is this clear to you, kid? I have the choice at this very moment to either tell you off, or blow your brain out."

I gulped, and my legs buckled, slowly pushing the gun away from my head. I was terrified. He completely put the gun away, and just furrowed his eye brows. Would he have killed me if I had hurt him harder? Probably. When he stopped making faces at me, I turned my head to my left, and saw Banshee there, just staring. 

"I saw all of it. All of it, Maddog!" He yelped.

"It was nothing like it looked, kay?" Maddog started to walk, but Banshee put his hand out to block his movement.

"That ain't how we do anything here, Maddog. I heard what you said, too. You were gonna kill him...or almost, but you still said you could kill him. Your own Gang Family?"

Maddog swiped his hand away, and got close to his face.

"I'll kill you both if you don't move out of my way and go back inside!" He pushed Banshee backwards, but Banshee returned to his original position.

"I'm not movin'. Go through me, bud."

On that, Maddog grabbed Banshee by his throat, and slammed him into the ground. My eyes bulged, and I charged. Crashing into Maddog, I felt my head break a rib. He screamed in pain, but stood up, this time taking out his gun.

"Drop the gun!" I yelled, blocking Banshee, who had just stood up.

"Drop the gun, Maddog!!" Banshee joined in.

Banshee shoved me out of the way and threw himself at Maddog. He dodged, and Banshee smashed through some bushes. Focusing on Banshee, Maddog aimed his gun. I nimbly came from behind him, choking him backwards like I did in the car. He stopped, holding onto the gun until I kicked him in the left leg. He yelped, and toppled backwards onto me. We both struggled for the gun, but my long arms gave me the advantage. I grasped the gun, and pulled backwards. Maddog was next, he twisted my fingers and snatched the gun, first hitting me across the head with it. He put the gun on the ground, and starting going to town on me. One hit after another. My head clocked left and right, back and forth with every punch. I felt blood running down my face and out of my nose. Banshee stood up, but weakly stumbling. He turned to us. Me on the ground, getting beaten up, and Maddog, laying his mighty force into my face with his fists. He couldn't even walk, and he fell to his knees.

"Pick! Your Gun!" He yelled.

I remembered the gun Ricardo had handed me, and I reached into my pocket, trying to aim it. I yelled for Maddog to stop, but he kept hitting me. I couldn't see where I was aiming, because my head kept swinging around. I felt like I'd die. My grip on the handle released, and my eyes struggled to shut. I saw a faint glimpse of Banshee dragging himself towards Maddog's gun. He weakly grabbed it, and his head fell into the dirt as he fired. The beating continued for a few more seconds while more shots rang out. Maddog stopped punching me to attack Banshee with the switchblade he most likely snagged off of me during the first stage of the beating, around the time when he tripped me. I heard some grunting, fighting. I heard some more gunshots, and my ears started to ring. Maddog fell over, and Banshee kept firing. My eyes blinked. I saw the others rushing in, and all I saw was red. Pure red.