A Hood Tale of Romero and Jalicia

The Beginning

"Death... it comes in many strange packages. Welcome – to MY world!"

"Aye little mama!" this hood rat ass nigga from the Murk Mafia hollered out from behind me.

I kept walking because the last time I checked my name was definitely not little mama, it was Jalicia. Time and time again I wondered why my parents couldn't just name me Alicia, but every time I asked they just said that name was too proper. How in the hell can a name be too proper?

Anyways, back to the Murk Mafia. Anybody who was somebody knew that the Murk Mafia ran the South-side and only some knew that they were Vampires. Yes, you read that correctly. They were all vampires, but they didn't turn fully into one until they were 18. You could tell somebody was a part of the mafia if they kept a black bandana tied around their wrist, tied around their left ankle, had it tied around their left belt loop, or it was hanging out of the left side.

Now you might be wondering how in the hell do I know all of this information. Well, like I said before my name is Jalicia and I'm a part of the Emeralds. We ran the West-side because we were some bad ass witches and warlocks of course. Just like the MM we didn't get our full powers until the age of 18. That shit was irritating, but it was for the better because if I had my powers now I could do some real damage. Our color was green since people thought witches skin was some nasty ass blotchy green color. Our bandana was on the right side of everything. If it's not on the right it wasn't right and we were always into it with MM.

"AYE LIL MAMA I KNOW YOU HEAR ME CALLING YOU!" this muthafucka shouted again and this time I stopped, turned around, and faced him making sure a mug was clean on my face.

"First and foremost my damn name is not lil mama. Second off learn how to speak to a lady. I'm not one of these little hoes up here at this school that'll fall at your feet." I spat.

"Ayo who the fuck you talking to?" this lame said.

"I'm talking to the owl that just asked me who I was talking to. Anymore problems here that we have to solve? If not I can continue going to my destination." I said crossing my arms over my chest.

"Bitch you must not know who you're fucking with." He sneered.

"Bitch?! No BITCH you must not know who you're fucking with! You're the one cat calling me and shit. Either shut the fuck up and move the around or lay down... simple."

He raised his hand up like he was about to hit me, but I'm guessing one of his homeboys came up beside him stopping his hand from even swinging my way. I didn't feel any wind or anything, but I didn't close my eyes or flinch. I was waiting on him to hit me and then I was going to be putting my foot up his ass.

"Man what the fuck are you doing? No matter where she's from you don't put your hands on a female." He yelled at his friend.

"She disrespected me—" he cut him off.

"From where I was standing you were disrespecting her. You need to chill out with that shit Rico we got shit to do anyways, but before we leave you need to apologize to her."

"I ain't apologizing to that bitch Romero."

Romero. I like the sound of that.

He just stood there and gave him this look like "nigga you better do what I say or I'm beating ya ass letter on."

"Look shorty. My bad for coming up to you like that. I don't know what came over me and I won't disrespect you again." He said forcing the apology out and before I could tell him that I accepted it he just walked away from me.