The Grab

Heaven Far From You

"So then I told the boy, "You got to get the hell off my damn face! I ain't in need for no god damn drugs you brat!" Elijah Richardson exclaimed! "He was selling drugs on my store corner and no police came when I called... I thought I could talk to him.." he explains. "And what did he say?" Nelson Robson asked. "Well..." Elijah grasps a tissue in his hand and wipes tears out of his face. "Whatever devil controls that child now had him raise that gun at me..." Nelson looks at the old 65 year old Elijah. He rests his hand on Elijah'a shoulder as comfort. "Thank you for your testimony Mr. Richardson. We found the boys DNA on the gun and also matched the gun to a shooting of another boy. He's going away and that's what matters." Nelson explains. Nelson is a Police officer. He's not a murder police but he cares more about the murders than they do. He desperately tries his best to stop shootings like the one that injured Mr. Richardson. "All the kids now... it's like the devil is controlling them! They're dying so young... and they're filled with hate and anger!" Elijah cries out. Nelsons eyes are filled with anger just thinking about how crime is turning his city. He loves Baltimore and has such high hopes for his city but there's always one thing that messes it up. "I know, this city is turning to shit, excuse my language." Nelson says. "Thank for your time once again Mr. Richardson." Nelson stands up and heads to the door to leave. "You know...I knew the boy who shot me. I can't recall his name but he was at the church for a while when he was younger. He used to sing and laugh and smile ... he was such a good kid always happy and joking around. And now....." Mr. Richardson begins to cry more. Nelson eyes show comfort to the old man. However, he knows he needs to return to the streets and try to stop anymore attacks and leaves the room, not satisfied the assailant was caught, but hungry for the chance to save someone. He closes the door and his partner, James Howells, waits outside for him. "Hey, got a good statement?" He says. James is another police officer but he differed greatly from Nelson. He's a cop who cares about one thing. Catching a criminal and getting it over with. Nelson patrols the streets and tries to scope out potential crimes and stop them before they happen but James just waits for crimes to fall on his lap. Fine. He told me what he had to say and that's that." Nelson replied with attitude. "Hey what's your problem, Nelly?" James asks. Nelson exhales and shakes his head. "Sorry, it's just seeing this town and the good, honest people just going to shit...it really fucks with you." Nelson explains to James. "Yeah well... let's get a bite to eat. Heard from Robbie that the new Burger joint down the block is alright. So what did he say anyway?" James asks as he puts his around Nelson and they leave the hospital. "Ain't nothing new to be honest..." Nelson says as they leave the hospital.

"LOOK, MOTHER FUCKER! REAPER BEEN ALREADY TOLD YOU TWICE NOT TO SELL ON THIS CORNER. STEP THE FUCK OFF OR PAY THE FINE MOTHER FUCKER!" A woman yells. The woman at a 5'6 stature, has a pony tail with curly hair and wears a green blank hat. She looks like she's from the streets by her clothing. She doesn't seem to be a corner girl but a soldier instead. She doesn't look like she's from Baltimore as shes Latina and Latin gangs have recently rolled out. "Look, lady... I been told you, I don't know you, and I damn well don't know no fucking 'Reaper' and I honestly don't give a single fuck. My boss tells me to sell here I. fucking do it. Brandon retaliates. "So YOU step off, you fucking bitch!" A silence goes on between them as she steps closer... and closer... and closer until she is so close to his face he can smell her hair products. "You have three days. Three before the Reaper comes and ends all you fucking bitches." She says as she winds up a punch towards Brandon's face leaving a bright red mark across his pale face. "AHH YOU FUCKING BITCH!" He exclaims as he falls. "HEY WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!?" Crow exclaims. He runs out the store holding a can of coke he had just bought. He grabs a bat and uses it to assess the situation and prepares to swing on the woman but she pulls out a taser gun and tases Crow. Crow falls to the ground with a shriek of pain. "AHHHHH!" Brandon stays on the ground knowing if he got up, it wouldn't go well for him. She inches closer to Crow and grabs his face. "I've told your boy so he can explain it to you. This time I used a tase gun, next time it won't be a fucking taser." She spits on Crow and punches him in the face. She then walks into a red van and drives off. "Fucking bitch. We got bitched by a fucking bitch!" Brandon groans as he gets up and heads over to Crow to help him up. "Yo what the fuck she say to you, yo?" Crow murmurs. "Some shit about some mother fucker Reaper, yo. I told her I ain't ever heard of the bitch and to step off... then the bitch got crazy on me!" Brandon explains. "Reaper huh?" Crow replies. "Yeah, I guess he's another player....yo what if they come back, yo?" Brandon asks. "Not to worry, B." Crow goes to the wall of the corner and to poster of a motorcycle. He lifts up the poster and reveals a hole in the wall. In the hole lies a black gun with an second clip. "We got it covered. Next time she said she gonna kill us. She ain't gonna have a chance. We ain't gonna kill the bitch though. We just need to stand our ground, see?" Crow says with a smirk. Brandon smiles as well and the two men flip their hoodies back on. "Fuck man my jaw hurts like a bitch." Brandon says. "Bitch got hands, I'll give her that. She would make a good soldier." Crow says.