Everything that happen's, has a story. Every story has a part and then there's a whole. Most people only tell the part. Only few tell the whole and those who do usually regret it. Why? Cause they are usually the one's that get caught because their the one's who told. Everybody who is in it, like me hears what happen's to the people who tell.
Now I'm one of the leader's. There are group's, small not large. Probably one a group of 5 to 6 at the most. We hide all over the city. Were not homeless, we just dont choose to live in a house. The rich over takes everything. If you dont have enough money for something you get put on the street. most of the people come to me and let me take care of them. We have our own place but they have to earn what they get. You do something for me, ill do something for you. It's how thing works. And you wanna know why? Cause its how you get what you want. Were called the banger's. We have people on a list. Other's like ourselves. They have something we want or even something valuable, their put on my list. If your name is on my list your in trouble. I send someone out to get what they owe us or their looking for a beat down. I have people who refuse to do things and they have to make a choice. Either participate or get the hell out. And usually when they get kicked out things dont end well. I use to be different.
Back then, I was the ones who were on the list and the one people went out looking for to get what i owe. I had a problem with them intill i found out why they always came for me. I thought it was just because i wasn't one od them yet. And it turned out to be the reason. One time, i was minding my own buiness in an old abandon building which was where i was living at the time. They had come for me. They had sent someone new. By then i knew everyone in the buiness when they had sent him. He was small, compared to the others. He try's to look tough. I knew its his first time doing this. He walks in. " hello, whats your name?" i asked. I wasn't looking for any problems but i guess this guy didn't know how to start. He went along with my questions at first and then relized what i was up to. " spaz " he had said it quite, showing me he was ervous and deffinitly new at his job. I stand up, I slowly walk toward the boxes he needed to take. The boy, spaz backed up a bit scared like then acted tough by moving forward. I looked at him trying to study his movements and see his ways. " So your new at this? Am i right? " I smile, trying to show I'm not going to hurt him. He lets out a sigh. " ya, why do you care? " I raise my eyebrows. He has a smart mouth i see. I move a bit closer. He backs up frightend. " Im not going to hurt you. Im just figuring you out. " He looked confused. " what do you mean? you dont know nothin! shut your trap! " I stood straight as if it was going to scare me. I stood straight myself. " I do, but you must not think so. I may not be like you but i know a lot. I know about your buiness, what happend to you and what you came here for and what you need." I sit downin an old chair. Making myself comfortable. " No you don't. You dont know anything old man! Nothing! " He started yelling. I wasn't rasing my voice at alll so why was he? " I think deep inside you know the truth. Your defending yourself by not believeing me. but really you know im right. " I shrugged. His eyes showed the truth. He knew the truth was just spilling out of me. " ok then, what do you know since your so smart?" Spaz crossed his arms. Waiting for an answer. I stuck a pen in the cornner of my mouth. " I know you couldn't keep the job up in the world above so they kicked your butt down here. I know you because one of the Banger's just yesterday maybe. They sent you out to see how you would do for your first try. And i know you dont like the idea of the buiness. No one does but they do it cause they have a choice between life and death. Its like a story. How it begins, what happens in the middle and how it's gonna end."
Spaz had looked at me like he's never heard such words. " yeah. um yeah your right. How-How do you know these things? " I look at him like he was stupid. " how do i know this? Well, because. I know how thing work. Like i said, its like a story. Everybody has a story. even if they dont want one. Its like it come with life. It starts when your born and then it carry's on. And everthing that happens is trapped in the book. Even if you dont remember things, or you dont write it down it's still there." I look at the floor like im remembering something. " well, i cant stop it. I have to do this. Im sorry. You may be like me but im different now. " Spaz grabbed a box in a panic like way. I stood up and grabbed his arm so he couldn't go anywhere. He turned around and looked at me. " Your not different, you just think you are but your still the same little boy who doesnt know his way around. And desperatly want's things to just disappear. Cause you want a way out but dont know the way.I know a way kid. But if you want out you gotta keep it a secret and dont tell anyone. Are you in or not? " I let go of the kids arm. He looked at me and walked away. I knew he would come back. I had a feeling and when i have a feeling i'm usually right. I sat back down and closed my eyes and dosed off. Thinking of all the ways i know to get this kid out of trouble. I had millions of ideas but i had to pick one and done. It wasnt hard. Easy really.
