The Killing Games

EP7:Volcanic Eruption: Hell On Earth

                       Justine's POV

A few years ago

Strutting along the street, dressed in black and blue was a younger teenage Justine.Hair spiked, a blue bandana tied to the forehead, white long t-shirt, baggy cargo shorts, white socks and black shoes. A friend dressed similar next to him as they walked along the street.

A cop car positioned on the curb a few houses down stuck out to Justine's friend.

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"Aye homie, why do you think they're over here?" Raising a brow, my friend asked me. "Damn, I don't know Cash." I replied. With watchful eyes, we walked into the gate into a yard and went inside the home.

"I betcha 'Nanny McPhee' called em when BoBo went wild earlier." Cash explained. Cash was another teen in the system along with BoBo and I. They were five of us here. A group home for boys my age. Thirteen through eighteen.

Nanny McPhee was our caregiver. Of course her real name wasn't 'Nanny McPhee'. Maybe "Deborah" or some old lady name. She earned her name for her moles along the face and those buck -teeth.

We didn't really care, or ask her for her name. She was just another worker that would leave when they got tired.

"I'll ask her Sly." Cash said to me.
"Her old scary a** probably did call the pigs." Spat Cash. Cracking at his tatted knuckles.

I was known as 'Sly' for being "scheming." It was a insult from my middle school teacher. Eventually,  my peers in class would begin calling me "Sly" shortly after,  the entire school.

"Aye McPhee, you call the cops? " I heard Cash ask in the other room. I couldn't help but chuckle as I walked into my room.

" You surround yourself with negative people, I know you're in a gang." Nanny McPhee replied.

I heard her voice though the thin walls."Of course they'll be watching you." She added. Cash shrugged her off  "Oh whatever." He said. Entering our room.

I shared a room with Cash and BoBo.
Cash pulled a gun from his backpack and set it in the drawer. I watched him place the silver gun inside and began flipping through a magazine.

Even though I was also in this gang, I didn't carry weapons or wanted trouble. I was simply a money smuggler.

"She sound stupid 'Negative people '" Cash mumbled quoting McPhee. I snickered with nods "Right." I agree

Cash and I, were in a notorious gang from our neighborhood.  'Crips 'from a gang called "Outlawz" Cash got me in the gang and from then on I was untouchable.

My mother had failed me as a single parent and as a person. She let her stupid drug addiction get to her and the system got me.

I haven't seen my mom in a few years. I been through foster care and through alot of unnecessary sh*t.

Out in these streets where I'm growing up, it's rough on your own. When I met Cash he put me 'on'. Now in this gang, I'm protected and have a family of my own. I like it here.

I put the cigarette to my lips and inhaled, blowing out the grey smoke. Cash began taking off his shoes. "I'm glad you're here Sly. You're like a brother to me. 'Outlawz' is your family now." He said.

When I first joined I told Cash I wouldn't be doing anything "Crazy" Violence or shooting. I was strictly a person who could make money for the gang and also myself.

I didn't believe in fighting or murder. I would never do it. "You know my cousin is high rank in the gang. I told him you were a genius man. He respects your hustle. " Cash informed.