Hello there readers. This is a story about a boy named Carlos Garcia and Logan Mitchell. This story is continued from Lil' Boy Monster's "You're On My Heart Just Like a Tattoo" I am going to continue the story of where he left off. If you have not read his story then maybe you should read his then mine so that you can understand it. The chapters will be named after Song Titles by artists such as blah blah blah. Without further ado here is my first chapter or chapter 5 in this continued story.
Chapter 5: Dead And Gone
Carlos
"!Por la muerte de mi hermano, matara a su madre! (For killing my brother, I will kill your mom!)," the thug exclaims.
Carlos, enraged, charges at the assailant and grabs the bat out of his hands. He disables the man, however, the other thug swings his bat behind Carlos' legs. Carlos takes the bat and smashes the thug's hands and hears a breaking sound.
"Le capulla que rompio mi mano!" (You fucker, you broke my hand!)
"Carlos please STOP! NOW!" exclaims his mother, watching from the sidelines. "Nieto, vamos a ir AHORA!" (Grandson, lets go NOW!) yells his grandmother.
Carlos has had enough and takes his mother and grandmother to safety. He rushes them in the car but not quick enough. As soon as he starts the car one of the thugs pull out a pistol and shoots the back of his window. There is screaming, but only from two people and that was Carlos and his mother. His grandmother had been hit in the back of her head.
"En el hospital mijo!" (To the hospital, my son!)
He has no time to panic and drives like a maniac. He hears the sobs of his mother in the backseat and pure silence from his grandmother. It takes him 10 minutes to reach the hospital and pulls into the emergency parking lot and honks his horn for help. His mother is crying hysterically and two nurses notify the others and pull his grandmother out of the car onto a stretcher and into the ER.
He calms his mother down and her scarlet hands stain his white tee. He suddenly breaks down and tries to settle into his mother's cold, yet warm embrace. He thinks, This is all my fault, I don't deserve to live, I hate myself. Why? Why her? Why my abuelita?
15 minutes later….
A doctor approaches them. Carlos sees his name tag, "Dr. Whitmore". "Esperanza Garcia?" Dr. Whitmore asks. "I am Esperanza Garcia," she replies. "I have horrendous news. Your mother Maria, did not survive the shot that was delivered to her head. She died instantly, but her body had shut down 10 minutes after she was shot due to blood loss. We are sorry that we could not save her in time." he gravely states. He then walks away leaving a heartbroken mother and her son.
"Mama?" Carlos asks his mother. "Mama?" he tries again. "YOU! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" she exclaims, pointing an accusing finger and with ferocity growling in her voice. "Mama, please understand that I didn't want this to happen. Not to abuelita." he states with tears streaming from his eyes. She whips her hand across his face with great force that will definitely leave a bruise. He comforts his face and looks at his mother with a confused look.
"DO NOT COME BACK HOME! YOU'RE NOT WELCOME AT MY HOUSE ANYMORE! DEJAME EN PAZ! VETE!" (Leave me alone! Go away!), she exclaims.
Carlos runs away to his car. Just then two officers are waiting for him at his car. The husky officer tells Carlos his Miranda rights and cuffs him and take him away to "downtown".
Police Station
"Why was your grandmother shot? Where were you when this happened? What motive did they have to harm your grandmother?" the detective bombards him with questions he did know the answers to, but could not risk answering. Getting caught for murder and assault with a deadly weapon was not on his agenda. "I was at the Church when all this shit came down. I don't know why they would do this to my abuelita." he replies almost on the verge of tears. "I am sorry for your loss. Is this all you know?" she asks. He simply nods his head. Before she decides to let him go she sees his left arm.
The female detective notices the snake tattoo on it just below his elbow but merged onto his forearm. "What do you know of the Cola de la Serpiente (The Serpent's Tail)?" the female detective asks, shifting the conversation to his "interesting" tattoo. "I don't know what you're talking about." he simply replies. "Don't bullshit me kid. We know that your gang is a rival of the Colmillo del Lobo (Wolf's Fang)!- He knew who and what she was referring to. Josh and his gang, the man he owed money to.- What a coincidence that your abuela was killed the same night that we find a Alejandro Perez is murdered not nearly 5 miles away from the Church you attend?" she condescendingly states, now going from calm and caring to pure anger and detest. "You don't have proof to put me behind bars. You don't even know who I am and yet you already judge me as guilty?" he bluntly replies. However he is right and knows it well. "I know for a FACT that one of your members killed him and that it was payback for your gang. That much I know!" she says venomously. "So who was it? Was it you? It could have been, knowing that the crime scene was close by." she states. "No, I did not kill him and don't know who did." he answers.
She pounds the table with an iron fist, but he maintains his composure. "I will get to the bottom of this and know who is responsible for killing Alejandro." she promises. "I will keep a close eye on you and some of your members." she tells him though clenched teeth. The police let him free and gave him his items found in his clothing back.
As soon as he gets outside he texts Kendall to come pick him up near the police station. A million questions pop into his head. How does she know about my gang? Why did she let me go, if she knew I was with them? The thoughts quickly fade away and must solve his own problem at the current time. He will avenge his abuelita's death and make sure that NO ONE gets in his way.
Back at his hideout…
He drinks his 40 of Sombrero Tequila and tries to erase the haunting memories of his abuelita being shot in the back of his car. He consumes more and more to erase it, but to no avail. He passes out drunk on his bed and drifts into a deep slumber.
He sees Logan running away from two men in black trench coats. He calls out to him and sees him picking speed up even more. Carlos is worried and chases after Logan's pursuer. He runs down a dark alley, knocking down trash cans spilling their filth everywhere. Logan is still running, but from what or who? The men in the trench coats catch Logan and take a knife from one of their pocket's and punctures a wound into his side. One man then takes the knife and slits Logan's throat and leaves him to die.
Carlos, shocked, runs to his lover and sees that his Logan is no longer alive. Carlos breaks down crying. He cries like a infant that is lost. His screams of pain fill the air, but no one can hear him. He caresses Logan's corpse. The soft warm flesh of skin, is now even more pale, almost blue, turns ice cold. He looks into his lover's eyes. There's no life, no purity, no future. He sees death and darkness in the once chocolate brown eyes. He closes the lids. He holds his Logie near his chest. He holds him tighter hoping that he would somehow come back to life. He becomes colder by the second. He pulls back to look at Logan, but where is he? Logan is nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be heard, nowhere to be felt. Carlos hears piercing screams coming in all directions of where he stands. He hears Logan crying out, "PLEASE, NO! LET ME GO! STOP PLEASE!" Carlos calls out, "LOGAN! Where are you? Logan PLEASE tell me where you are!"
"CARLOS! CARLOS! I'M RIGHT HERE!" shouts Logan. "LOGAN! LOGAN I CAN'T SEE YOU!" replies Carlos. "Wake up! Carlos you need to wake up! Carlos!" exclaims Kendall.
Suddenly Carlos wakes up in a cold sweat. He sees Kendall by the side of his bed looking warily at him. "What is it?" asks Carlos. "You were screaming in your sleep. I thought you were going crazy. Another nightmare? You've been having a lot of those lately." claims Kendall. Carlos disregards his friends concern. "I've only had two, I guess. But its gone now. What time is it?" he asks the blonde. "Its noon." replies Kendall. "Putas de Jose viene a recoger?" Carlos asks his friend. "Yep they sure did. They say his patience is wearing thin. They trying act white or something." answers the blonde. Carlos has an amused look on his face, due to the irony in his friend's statement. "What? I can get down with the cholos can't I?" he says condescendingly. "I still sometimes see you as that scared boy sometimes I guess." Carlos replies with total sarcasm. "Fuck you!" Kendall replies with laughter in his voice, followed by his middle finger.
Carlos gets up out of his bed, but feels the rush of his hangover spinning throughout his head. "Ughh, fuckin A'. Get me some water." he tells his friend. Kendall acknowledges his request. He brings back some from a plastic cup. "Here, I got you some Ibuprofen while I was at it." he tells the Latino. He drinks his water and just remembers that he's supposed to be studying for his math test in Mr. Gerald's class.
Yes, Carlos may be the baddest gangster on the streets to some people, but that's not all he is. He still in high school and wants to get out, badly. Underneath it all, he does not want to be a gangster his whole life. His whole life he wanted to live in his father's "perfect" image. He necessarily didn't want to be his father, he just wanted to be at least liked by his father. Growing up, he felt that his father didn't give a damn about him. His father wouldn't praise him on the grades he got in school, the way he cooked for him, the way he treated him with the utmost respect. However, when Carlos wanted to join his father's gang, Cola de la Serpiente, that changed everything.
Flashback 2 years ago…
His father was enthusiastic that his son wanted to join his gang. His father assigned the first task to him. Kill a man of the enemy, Colmillo del Lobo. He was assigned a target. A man in his 30's of Latino descent. Carlos stalked his target to an abandoned warehouse. It was a hideout for the man's drug supplier. He went in but didn't come out until several hours later. When the man left, Carlos followed him. He took a shortcut in a dark alley to go to his destination. Carlos thought it was the perfect time to spring his attack. He used the element of surprise and crept behind the man and stabbed him straight into his back and then into his side. The man threw Carlos off of him and tried to overpower him. The man grabbed him and connected his fist with Carlo's face. He punched him in the stomach, the back, kicked him. Carlos was almost beaten down but the man started to slow down. The man fell to his feet. He was dying of blood loss. He tried to draw his gun to shoot Carlos, but the small Latino beat him to it. Carlos stabbed the man in the chest and slit his throat. He muffled the man's screams with his hand, which was now covered in blood. Carlos took his supply and his wallet.
He returned to his father's hideout and gave what he took from the dead man, to them. "Very well done, mijo." his father states. "Is that all? You don't need his wallet or anything else." Carlos asks. "Give me the money, and throw away the rest and burn it." his father answers. "Ustedes han demostrado su valor para mi. Supongo que no eres nada en absoluto. Bienvenido a la Cola de la Serpiente, mijo." (You have shown your worth to me. I guess you're not worthless at all. Welcome to the Serpent's Tail, my son.) says his father.
Carlos gave his father the money that was found on the man. "Wash up mijo. Come hang with us after your done. I'm happy that you joined us." his father stated. When Carlos was done with his shower, he took the man's wallet and saw what was inside of it. There was an I.D., social security card, and an address note. The man's I.D. read Javier Sanchez. Javier had brown skin, olive green eyes, jet black hair, a scar that ran down his right cheekbone, and a piercing on his left eyebrow. He had no idea who this man was or why he was supposed to kill him. He did not question his motives, however.
Carlos was now part of gang life along with his father. They took down their enemies one by one. They threatened, beat, raped, or killed ones that witnessed the crime they committed. Carlos had not expected this from the life of his father. He was appreciated from the "tasks" that he would complete. He finally achieved his goal that was wanted all along: His father's acceptance.
His father's acceptance was worn out though, when the Colmillo del Lobo had trapped his father and took his life. Distraught and heartbroken, he did not want to be in the gang anymore. He thought about what he had to go through to "exit" out of the gang. The penalty was death. He did not want to die, not at an early age in his life and instead became the leader of the Cola de la Serpiente. He recruited more members including his best friend Kendall. His father's death had made him a stronger man. He has a life time goal though, that is a secret to his gang and the Colmillo del Lobo. He wants to wipe them ALL out.
Current time….
They've taken padre y abuelita. They will not do this to me anymore. I will get Josh his money and then he will pay, for the lives of mi familia. "I'm going to Logan's to study." he tells Kendall. "Sure you are. You two make sure to get some 'work' done." Kendall condescendingly replies. He wonders what it is that Logan must like in him. Why does he like me, I'm nothing but trouble. He pulls out his phone and texts his homies to find the putos that are responsible for his abuelita's death. He WILL get revenge.
Author's Corner:
So what did you think? Please people I would appreciate the feedback from your reviews. I think I will make the next chapter in Logan's point of view. I hope that I didn't make this chapter too dramatic. I hope this is going to go in the right direction. The Title is based on T.I.'s song Dead And Gone (feat. Justin Timberlake) Anyways till next time people. ;)
