Hometown Justice: Homecoming

Chapter Five

Ken climbed the ladder, slowly. He wasn’t sure what to expect once he reached the rooftop, but he knew without a doubt that going into this fight like a wild man would only lead him to dying. Just before reaching the door that would lead him to the rooftop, his cellphone went off. Reaching down, he pressed the button on the front that would send the call to his Bluetooth. 

 

“Go for Manson,” he said, his voice a little unsteady as he held tight to the ladder.

“Ken, it’s Alex. I’ve got some good news and bad news. Which would you like first?” Ken was asked.

“Damn it, Ruler. I’m kinda busy right now. Ain’t got no time for any games. Just give it to me straight,” Ken said.

“Fine, Fine. Good news, help is on the way. Bad news, Tommy has a game set-up for you to play and it’s going to be hard for you to survive the game until help arrives,” Alex said.

“Who is coming?” Ken asked.

“Someone who has dealt with Leons before. I can’t give away too much information incase the lines are being hacked. I’m using the stations phone,” Alex said. 

“Good idea. I’ll do my best,” Ken said, as he finished his climb. 

 

Armed with the knowledge that he had to play one of Leons’s games, he didn’t waste anytime climbing through the trap door onto the top of the building. Finding himself in blinding sunlight, Ken looked around the rooftop. He saw some odd designs laying on the ground, perhaps from spray paint. The designs formed two circles before spreading off from those circles in various directions. Ken wiped his forehead with the back of his left hand. Now he drew his gun and held it outward. 

 

“Officer Manson, please put the gun away before someone gets hurt,” Ken heard from somewhere behind him. 

 

He turned to see Tommy standing atop a cinderblock with the sun at his back. Ken drew aim with his gun, and held it. Tommy laughed, as he held his hand forward. Ken squinted in the bright sunlight and heard a soft barely audible click! Before Tommy dropped what he was holding. The item fell, igniting the strange markings on the ground. The walls of flames rose, forming a labyrinth of flames. 

Ken stumbled backwards, falling into the largest circle before he was surrounded by flames.  Shielding his eyes from the flames, he gritted his teeth. What have I gotten myself into now? He asked himself. Clapping was heard from the other side of the flames. Ken tried to focus his senses towards the sound. 

 

“You see, Officer Manson, I am essentially bullet proof. Not one southerner in this god forsaken town is man enough to stop me. Not you, not Kwondo, not even The Marine. You should tell that bastard to pack up and move out,” Ken heard Tommy’s voice. 

“Yeah, well, Leons’ you are going down!” Ken retorted. 

“How are you going to take me down, Manson? You are all alone right now. Kwondo and Ruler are in town and you are here alone!” Tommy said.

 

With that, a fist emerged from the flames and struck Ken’s jaw, knocking him through the flames behind him into the other large circle. Ken got up and knocked the flames off his uniform. How the hell did he do that without burning? Ken asked himself. 

 

“Got ya baffled, don’t I Manson? You never were the smartest motherfucker in the town. I’ll break it down for you. While Mark led off young Jimmy, I had James alter the bullet proof uniform he had made for me. It’s fire proof, bullet proof, and It practically makes me invincible,” Tommy taunted.