Matthew Jamerson

Blips

"That's a new one, never had no Jamersons here before." Said Match. "My father was a Blip. Atleast that's what my mother always told me. " All the blips froze. They stared at me. Deep concentration. Match looked at me, eyes small. Another blip was sneaking a gun out of his  pocket. "You're that Matthew Jamerson?" I had no idea what he meant, but the blip behind him must've used this as an excuse or something to take out the gun, I could see him start to point the gun at Match. I grabbed this blip's arm and pointed the gun at his head using his own arm. "If you want to shoot Match, you gotta shoot yourself too bud." I said the clearly fake blip. "Woah, thanks Matt. You're a life saver, litterally. I'm gonna call you life saver from now own. But for now, let's deal with this Crud." The man had stern eyes. Until Match looked at him, with sterner eyes. The crud hid inside himself, and Match just stared at him for about 12 minutes. Match took out a knife from his pocket. He then stared at the Crud for another 10-12 minutes. The crud was beginning to feel more confident in surviving. "Alright, filthy crud." Match said. "I'll keep you prisoner, and maybe you'll see the light of day, as a Blip." The crud stared at Match, seeing hope in his eyes. I knew however, Match was clearly lying. He turned and looked at me. His eyes lit up, and a smile started to form. He grasped his knife in hand. He did an odd finger motion, and a Blip grabbed the Crud and forced his arms behind his back. Another Blip grabbed his legs, and Match stared at him. "I don't know how many secrets you've told the Cruds, but they end now and you're going to be used as a puppet in our game of war." Match punched the Crud in the face many times, and then proceeded to kick him violently. This was no game to him. Match was mad, and we all new it. So many secrets about the gang, all gone to the other gang. Match flipped up his switchblade, and then proceeded to stab the man in the foot, legs, and arms. He then cut off his arms, legs, and his head. One of the most painful ways to go. "Good catch Life saver." He nodded to me. "You're in."

        Match had told me that he was going to write 'Fuck You Cruds' in blood on the main street of Detroit. He was going to, but tomorrow was gang day, so we needed to prepare. "Life Saver, grab me that m16." Match told me. I went to a secret room in the hide out, the armory. It was full of guns, grenades, and suits. Not a normal business suit, no sir. This was a bulletproof vest. He also had suicide bomber suits. These were great for suicide missions, investigations and other "Special Occassions." I fetched Match an m16, and loaded up some bullets in it. "One thing the Cruds don't do, is they don't load on the day before. They load in the morning, 3 am, every gang day. If we suprise em tonight, bring gang day early, then maybe we can take more men, then they do." I had been thinking the same thing, however, what if the Cruds were thinking same as us. I told him we should hide in an obvious place, try to psych the cruds out. "Why would we do that dumb ass?" Match said in anger. "Look Match, the crud we killed, he must've given our hideout away." Match looked away. "I know. It's obvious." I wondered what he was thinking "Then why haven't we left yet." Match pointed to a window. "Look outside." He said in a sorrow voice. There was a corpse sitting in the window, I couldn't see anything. "What 's that? Hasn't that always been there?" Match looked at me disgusted. "That was our spy. He gave us secrets. Don't you get it Life?" I did. "They know where we are. Good thing I had a few men put a secret exit out. It goes a mile deep, then it hits the sewer. We need to go now. You and I." I looked at him. Hoping this was a joke. I knew it wasn't. He motioned to grab a vest, and some weapons. We walked into the tunnel. "Expect the worst, Life."