She drove into the night with only a vague determination that anywhere must be better than the place she left behind.
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“You have one last shot to get this right, then I'm calling it.”
“....Got it? Don’t lemme down kid.” Emilio Suarez smiled devilishly at the young rookie, Kai Clark, who even though took pride in the job he was doing for his street family, was 98% sure what they were about to do was completely illegal.
But that wasn’t important right now. Right now his job was to be the look out. And last time, that didn’t go too well. Even though he was very inexprienced, Emilio had faith in him and still does. After all, if his most loyal friend and partner Suwaru Ken reccomended him, he’s gotta be something. Inexpirence got the best of the young 17 year old; he choked under pressure when seen by the police and spent the night in jail with the crew. Fortunately lady luck was on their side as an anoynomus source bailed them out. They were fortuitous that time- this time maybe different and Emilio wasn’t taking any more chances.
Kai cleared his head and focused on the task at hand. He played the lines from his initiaion in his head. “This gang is your rock, your family. If one goes down we’re all screwed....”
Damn, what came next?
Meanwhile, Emilio turned to the rest of the gang that accompained him on his heist and decided a pep talk would rev the starving men up.
“GENTLEMAN! Aw, whoami foolin’- you know you’re a bunch of bloodthirsty savages!” The men cheered vociferously. He had their attention now.
“This is why you are needed, to not only watch your back, but the back of your...” Comrades? Associates? Brethren? Kai was stuck on those three words as he continued to recollected the words of the gang’s mantra.
“People ask, why do you do what you do, what are you after? I don’t know guys what do you think? Are we after fame?”
“NO,” the men yelled agressively.
“Fortune?”
“NO!”
“How about drugs?”
“NO!”
“Sex?”
“NO! (with a few yes’s mixed in)”
“Then brothers, I’m lost. What do we want then?”
Brethren! It had to be that. “..but the back of your brethren. For as quickly as their lives could be taken away, as can your’s. We aren’t here for fame, money, drugs, or sex, for those are luxeries, not needs...” Kai paused a bit. Their mantra sure was long.
“What do we want?” Emilio continued. “Why are we here?”
“...the one thing we lack is family and belonging-”
“If it’s not for any of those things nor just because we can fuck shit up, then why are we a gang?”
“....and that is a need more than anything else-”
Emilio smiled. His favorite part was coming up.
“We are here....” Kai knew the last part, but waited for the rest of the gang to say it with him.
“FOR EACH OTHER!!” The men’s resounding call echoed in the room where they waited to attack. Their purpose, although different than most gangs, united them and empowered them. This was their family, their only means of belonging and love. And if robbing from bussinesses, police, civilians or anyone else who tried to keep them apart was their way of staying together, then so be it. They had it coming anyway.
The chants , woots and hollers were getting too much and they were begining to be heard from the outside. Emilio had to shush them and Kai got nervous. He kept his eye peeled at the crack through the metal gate that separated their hideout from the outside world. No suspicous activity, not yet anyway.
“Brothers, brothers, settle down. I know this is exciting but we still need to be smart about this. The set of us out here tonight represent the ones who couldn’t make it. Let’s make them proud.” The men nodded in agreement.
“And lets do this for Quinton most of all. He was a good man and didn’t derseve to go the way he did. His death shall be avenged!”
More chants filled the room and Kai held his head in reverance. He didn’t know Quinton personally but knew enough about him to know that he was a pretty big deal. Quinton was killed in a police/ rival gang shoot out a couple weeks ago. Police denied to have shot him and blamed the rival gang, so what did the rival gang do? Blame the police of course. Regardless, Emilio swore that both parties will get punishment for it. It started tonight.
The time was right, 9 pm excactly. Guns in hand, and other various murder weapons, the men were about ready to attack.
“You ready kid?” Kai felt a hand fall on his shoulder, a sort of reassurance that everything will work out. He didn’t turn around but nodded to show that he awknowledged Emilio’s pressence.
Two gang members opened the gates of the hideout as Emilio turned to the crowd and chanted,
“Who are we?!”
“DEADSKIN!”
“WHO ARE WE??”
“DEADSKIN!!!”
“WHAT DO WE WANT?”
“DEADSKINNNNN!!!” The men stormed out of the gate, running with weapons in hand, into the rival gang’s base of operations. Kai watched as his brothers stormed into battle, throwing caution into the wind, all for one man who didn’t make it through. He watched as Emilio laughed heartily and gleefully anticipated the bloodbath to come. This was love. This was family.
what the heck, this was more confusing than the last one
Yes hypothetical person number 2, it is. But fear not, it will all make sense soon. aka in about a year or so
This is another drabble from Convicted, and the main character in case you couldn’t tell which person it was, is Kai in this one. I think I’m making these things weekly, so expect a new prompt every Sunday/Monday night/midnight since I apparently only write things around those times.
Also im expirimenting with writing styles for this right now so bear with me, I’m sorry if its sloppy and out of place I want this to be a TV show one day so I’m trying to write it like a script or something
Anyway I don’t really have much else to say. I hope you enjoy!
Evidently not. After 25 years sleeping on a lumpy, smelly, deformed matress (and some nights not sleeping at all), Alfonso Norris will never get enough sleep. But he could try, as he did before he was rudely interupted by his former wife-to-be Deborah as she slowly crept down the rickety stairs.
What would be the appropiate response to “Are you getting enough sleep?” Something that would get her off his back but also not let her be too concerned about him so that she won’t stay awake all night. Maybe….
“Is that directed at me or your husband?”
Nope. That was a fire starter.
Deborah stopped in her tracks, and Al sensed it despite facing the other direction. The loud silence of the night enveloped the room- or was it the sudden gulit Deborah felt? Having her former fiance and current husband under the same roof was awkward and troubling enough but never did she think she would have to face the conseqences of it so soon (Deborah was always kind of naiive). Knowing no answer would satisfy, him, she chuckled and said, “My former husband to be.”
“Clever,” Alfonso said with a half-hearted smile. He roused from his position on the couch and sat upright. Deborah walked closer to the couch and threw a blanket over his shoulders. “I figured you might need this- its rather nippy out.”
“I ain’t sleeping outside though,” Al replied hastiliy.
“True, but my point still remains, just take the blanket, please. Call it a housewarming gift.”
“I’ll take it as a pity present,” Al said as pulled the blanket over him and repositioned himself on the couch so he could resume catching up on his sleep. He felt he handled that well and clearly the conversation would be over now. But Deborah had some left over gulit from Al’s earlier statement and had to find a way to dispose of it before she went back to bed. She sat in the reclining chair opposite from the couch that Al laid in and began to wonder. He looked so peaceful laying there, and yet in his mind, endless thoughts made it hard for him to sleep. In prison, he must’ve always been worried about his cellmate maybe plotting an escape and dragging him down with him or his cellmate planning to murder him in his sleep or some other crazy scheme she’s seen in unrealistic TV dramas set in prison. But now all of that is over, what occupies his thoughts? Only one way to find out.
“What’s keeping you up? I can’t sleep myself and, heh, I usually bother Brad with my random mom jargon and other nonesense, but he’s got a big day at the firm tomorrow and the last thing he needs is my crazy ass keeping him up.”
“So you ask me?”
Deborah nodded. “It’s always nice to see what some else has to say.”
Al sighed and flipped his side again to face Deborah. “Nothing, Nothing important anyway. What’s keeping you up? I wanna hear your mom jargon and other nonesense. I think your other nonesense is why I fell for you in the first place. Enlighten me. Remind me of a simpler time. Take me back to 1985 when we first met in that little break room in California where we complained about those stale rolls and crossaints. Are you getting enough sleep, Deborah Norr-”
Both almost middle aged adults in the room looked up as Al stopped himself. They suddenly became young adults again.
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