Death of a Gangster: What IF
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Written by Cory
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Thursday, 27 March 2008 |
 I had gotten in to deep. There where seven guns pointed at me, three 45s and four 9mm. Wasn’t this some crap. I just knew I was going to get shot. I was unarmed and was likely dead, but on the table 3 feet away there was a fully loaded 9mm. I jumped behind the table with a rush of nervousness and checked the chamber. Hollow tips. The Crips began shooting at the table and I pointed the gun at the one with dred locks. “ Cedar Blcok nigga.” I yelled shooting him twice in the chest. Blood hit the floor and I smiled. “ Blood for a blood nigga.” I shot again and hit another one in the chest. I wasted the rest of the shots and noticed the door to my side was cracked open. I ran for it and got throught ok, but just barely. I began running like Forest Gump. I heard the squeal of tires after running a block and saw three black guys wearing blue chasing me. I ran even faster when I saw a familiar sight. Inglewood’s very own Z-Roc. Z was in his low-rider and spotted my red. I was a Cedar Block Pirus, and we where on good terms. He pulled out his gun and blasted the crip away. I jumped in his ride and we left. He asked if I was ok and I told him yes. Soon we saw another bad thing that made me want to just slap someone. Blue lights. Z hit the gas and took us down Inglewood. We ran the streets for a while whenever the tires where shot out by a officer in a car. I bailed and ran in the general direction of my hood of the Pirus. I ran faster than when the Crips where shooting at me when ever I saw my mother. Only one problem: My mother had been dead for three years now. I snapped back to reality and looked at the seven guns and the 9 on the table. I jumped behind it and grabbed the 9. They shot up the table and three shots hit my back. They burned coldly, as weird as that sound and I felt my shirt become sticky and wet. I aimed the 9 and fired at the one with dred locks. The gun was un-loaded. “ 83 Gangster Crips nigga.” He said and shot me in the fore head. I felt my self go blank, is saw their faces but couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t feel pain. I only thought I wish that daggumed gun was loaded.
Copyright 2008 Cory
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