Bad Company

Chapter 14: Funny Little Feeling

A quarter after midnight and I was still safe and sound in a deep sleep. Unaware of the events that were currently about to take place just 15 blocks away in an even rougher part of inner city Boston where we all lived. A small gas station with no working surveillance cameras - was about to be robbed.

Two cars sped up into the parking lot on the side of the gas station. One masked man jumped out of the passenger seat of the black car, carrying a single barreled shotgun in his hand. While two other men from the red car jumped out, a machete in the hands of one man. Both cars had all the seats filled but only three jumped out... which was weird that only three masked men were heading towards the door of the gas station.

The man carrying the shotgun, raised it up and shoved his body into the door, sending the glass door flying wide open. The clicking sound from his shotgun as he cocked it, startled both a young man in his 20's and the middle aged store clerk. The young man - who happens to be the younger brother of the gang leader of 'B street' - whimpered as he spun around, holding his hands up in the air as the man with the shotgun pointed the gun at the store clerk.

"GET THE FUCK DOWN OR I WILL BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!" He hollered at the top of his lungs. "GET THE FUCK DOWN!"

The third masked man tapped the second masked man with the machete, on the shoulder as he pointed at the young man from B-street gang, "This is your guy! This is your guy!" he exclaimed before noticing that the store clerk was slowly reaching for the panic button that was underneath the counter.

 "He's going for the button, Billy!" He exclaimed.

The man with the shotgun quickly turned his attention back to the store clerk, cocking the shotgun again before blowing a hole in the mans chest with out even so much as a thought. The young B street gang member trembled in fear as the store clerk flew back against the wall, a huge hole blown in the center of his chest.

"Get this motherfucker!" The third masked man shouted at the second masked man with the machete shaking nervously in his hand.

The masked man with the shotgun grabbed the second man by the neck, pulling his ear close to his lips, "Do this or you're not one of us!" He shouted frantically before smacking the man in the back of the head.

"Kill that mother fucker Joey!" the third man shouted.

The B-street gang member panted frantically, his hands still up above his head, afraid for his life. The masked man with the machete growled as he swung swiftly in one quick movement, slicing the young man's throat. The slushy that was once in the young man's hand fell to the floor, spilling everywhere.

"That's my boy..." The man with the shotgun whispered to the guy who had just slit the young man's throat, taking the machete out of his hands as him and the other masked man ran out of the store.

The man with the shotgun jumped into the passenger seat of the black car before it reversed, speeding out of the parking lot while the other man dove into the drivers seat of the red car and pealed out of the parking lot after the black car. The man who had just slit the young gang member's throat was frantic as he noticed his crew and ride had just bailed on him, leaving him there. He glanced down at the man's body before running out of the store and into the middle of the street, watching as the two cars sped off down the street.

"Fuck! You!" He shouted out, as if the men in the cars could hear him curse them. "Mother fucker!" He shouted again as the sound of a horn honking startled him right before he was hit by a car, flying up into the air and over the car itself. He landed on the pavement roughly, wincing and groaning in agony.

Karma's a bitch...

Meanwhile the two mustangs pulled up side to side as they still continued to speed down the road. The driver of the red car rolled down the window so that Bodie in the passenger seat beside him could yell out to Billy who was in the passenger seat of his own car. Both Billy and Bodie pulled off their masks, a huge sadistic grin across Billy's face.