December 1st
7:24 am
Omniscient
He was like a madman driving through the streets of A block. That's what they considered Austin's territory, though everyone knew all of this ultimately belonged to Maurice. It was really just Lynn, a ways away front Dorchester but Maurice had no problem taking that drive.
He was deep in his element, and everyone knew that was dangerous. He was not thinking straight, his mind was set out on one thing and one thing only which was the need to kill. He didn't know who exactly he was looking for, but everyone who he seen that looked like they repped this was getting dropped. Anyone who could associate themselves with someone who condones and takes part in acts of rape didn't deserve to live.
He wasn't nervous that he was doing this single handedly, nobody there to back him up if he needed it, but that wasn't stopping him. What he set out to do was very personal, and he felt nobody else would be able to get what he needed to get done finished. He was emotionally connected to this specific situation and that didn't come often. One hand rested on his steering wheel while the other held his beretta, poked out of the window. He drove his own car, wanting everyone over there to know it was him doing this shit and he wasn't there to hide.
Every body that dropped gave him a rush, watching them frantically try to reach for their defense weapon but stuck in a state of shock. He watched the surrounding people panic as bodies dropped in front of them, watching the people choke on their blood was satisfying. He was blindly killing, but he wasn't killing innocent civilians and he was sure of that.
He killed anyone he seen with a blue flag. He didn't like going by the blood label and signifying bloods and crips because his people were addressed by his name. But when it came time to walk the streets or go anywhere, his red flag was always on him.
It was still early morning, but the sun was beginning to rise which let him know to head home. At least to check on Robyn and make sure she was good. He felt no remorse for the 15 bodies he dropped today, he only hoped at least one of them was the niggas who did what they did to her.
He didn't have time to try to go hunting and take out Austin completely. It wouldn't be that hard being that Austin was an idiot, but Ace was completely aware that Austin had people behind him. The plan he would have to construct was primarily for the aftermath of everything. What he did tonight was just to release his steam. It was either go kill or get high off of some drug which he knew he couldn't do.
He wasn't thinking straight, but he would rather that than to be high off life and not know what was going on. He couldn't afford to miss sudden targets or lose out on valuable information because he wanted to be selfish.
The ride back home took no time. He was clean, his car was clean, his gun only held his fingerprints but that was a given. He almost dreaded going upstairs and looking into her face again, not knowing the story her eyes would tell.
He didn't even go to his room, his first stop was hers. Pushing open the door slowly, there she was laying down with her eyes wide open. She looked off into the blank wall, it looked like she was physically there but mentally she was far off.
He sat down in the seat he was in the night before, taking his gun out and placing it on the dresser that sat in the room.
"Who did it?" Maurice spoke up, refusing to make eye contact with her. He was trying to stay calm and come to her collectively, but his anger was still at the tip of him. Being home only forced him to realize he wasn't done yet and probably wouldn't be for a while. He needed more, he wanted more bodies, but he didn't feel like killing wildly without a motive.
