You twirled your pocket knife in your experienced hand. You tenaciously held the wicked knife by my throat. I flinched. You plunged the knife harder against my pale skin. I felt the tingling of my skin and the blood dropping down my white shirt, now staining it blood red. You smirked at me with a murderous glint in yo...
It was the summer of '93, and the weather was almost hotter than the location. But then again, what could be hotter than hell? The Ninth! Some would assume that the steam which rose from the broken sidewalks in front of the brick apartment building justified the neighbor hood's nickname, the Ninth Circle of Hell. The...
