The Kiss of Death [Dave East]

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       IT WAS SAFE TO SAY THAT YOUR PEOPLE weren't happy to see Dave standing right by you. Their speeches of hate clamoured loudly as they all tried speaking over each other. "Dave is the leader of the local crips. You guys known that the Pirus are taking over by storm. They rob our drug shipments, kill our block boys and steal our money and take over junk houses." Anissa spoke loudly, killing the noise that was once there.

"We've taken in too many allies Anissa!" One of the members yelled from down there. The amount of hate and backlash Dave was receiving made him want to speak up. "I'm tryna be the same like y'all, get easy money and dip. I ain't sign up for no drug war or—" a tiny metal box came to contact with the side of Dave's head, even with its size, it did him some damage. "Shut yo bitch ass up!" A voice yelled. "Ain't no one tell this nigga to talk!" Another added. The yelling continued, eventually echoing everywhere. "Enough!" Anissa yelled. They all went silent. "Dave is apart of the alliance! Anyone who is against that, against me. Can see me in the pit!" You yelled.

The disagreements came to a stop and everyone murmured in acceptance. Dave touched where his head was throbbing the most, traces of blood sat on his fingers. "Are you okay?" Anissa asked, gesturing to his forehead wound. "Yeah I'm good. I'm good." Dave muttered, squinting his eyes. She shook her head in denial. "Back to work! All of you." She demanded. Anissa grabbed his hand and leading him down the hall. She made it to an old storage room unit that was filled with medical supplies. Dave sat on the table, the blood slightly seeping into his shut eye.

She busted open the red box, ripping the alcohol lid off and pouring it on the gauze. She held his chin, dabbing his open wound inconsiderately. "Why do they listen to you so easily? Without a fight? My folks would die just to get their argument across." He winced, flinching at the stinging sensation. "I gave them something to believe in. Something to fight for. Most of my guys are lost causes, they don't care wether to die by a bullet between their eyes, or stabbed with a knife in a jail cell. As long as they die." She admitted.

"A lot of them are live wires with a undying thirst for blood. I tell them who to kill, and when to do it." She added. "Most of them are undyingly loyal." Dave realized that the once menacing aura she had cloaked around her was now gone, she was vulnerable. "I also lead by fear, if they aren't suicidal, or blood thirsty. They're afraid. When I first took command, I killed twenty-two of my men, because they'd didn't want to follow me." She said.

"I set an example, I made them follow me." Maybe it was the massive amount of the blood loss that was seeping through his wound, or the impact the cup caused. But Anissa's maniac way of thinking, made complete sense to him. "Too much, don't you think?" Dave asked, referring to the slaughter. "To be a good leader, you've got to make tough decisions." Anissa placed the blood stained gauze in the trash and grabbed a large bandage, laying onto his wound. "So what's the plan? How do we kick the Pirus out the game?" Dave asked, squinting his eye.