The World Is Yours: An ex-gang banger from California is pulled into the world of My Little Pony and is granted the powers of the gamer. However, he is made a servant to Queen Chrysalis who seeks vengeance against the Mane Six and Starlight Glimmer; the reformed thug coping with sociopathic issues and his blood-soaked crime-ridden past has no choice but to play the villain to earn his freedom. [Dark Gamer fic] [Human in Equestria]
Warning: This is probably my most darkest fic that I've ever written.
Chapter 1: Born II Die
"Damn, these niggas just don't know when to quit, don't they? Shit..."
Reggie "A-Wolf" Marcus thought as he drove through the city streets of Los Angeles, driving in a grey 1967 Chevrolet Impala. It was almost midnight and the full moon shined in the dark sky.
The black man had dark brown skin, stood at six-four, had brown eyes, his black hair was shaved into a soldier hair style, and he was well-muscled and athletic. He had a chinstrap beard and a well-groomed moustache with strong chiseled features. He had a tattoo of THUG LIFE on his back, LOYALTY on his chest, and a group of snarling black panthers running down his right arm and left arm in tattoo sleeves.
He wore a black leather bomber jacket that was zipped down, a black gangsta bandana around his forehead that he wore like a headband, a gray wife-beater shirt, dark blue jeans, black steel-toed boots, black fingerless gloves, and a black belt with a golden skull for a belt buckle. For accessories, he wore golden dog tags, a gold watch on his right wrist, golden stud earrings for men, and golden grillz on his teeth.
He quit the 'game' not to long ago, but the gang bangers in Inglewood weren't having it. It's hard to leave a gang and return to a normal life, but it's even harder if you are infamous in the hood. His little brother, Damien was falling into the wrong crowd, just like him. He was getting involved with a Crip gang called 44 Lines and Reggie was once gang leader of a Blood gang called Alpha Unit, but left it to someone to lead the gang when he wanted to quit the game.
That and a drug operation went wrong over at Santa Monica and he needed to lie low while reforming himself and staying out of L.A. He was staying with his relatives over at Hawaii; the pretty beaches, scuba diving, and seafood dishes were great. However, he needed to go through dangerous territory after finding out from his cousin that his little brother that lived over at Inglewood with his uncle was getting involved with Crips.
He was listening to Hello by N.W.A on his radio. He was even singing along to the lyrics.
"Look at these niggas with attitude. Hello, I started this gangsta shit, and this is the muthafuckin' thanks I get? Hello, I started this gangsta shit, and this is the muthafuckin' thanks I get? Hello."
He stopped rapping along and looked at the address in his hand.
"This is it." He thought, feeling grateful that despite leaving the hood and the gang, his homies still had his back by providing info for where this new Crip gang's hangout area was. He turned off the radio and got ready for action.
Reggie parked his car in a dimly-lit alley, making sure to check if they weren't people hiding in the shadows to jump him for his money and expensive watch. He climbed out the car and walked to the back to open up his trunk. Reggie took out a black ski mask and placed it over his head. He needed to hide his face because he was notorious around these parts and if the niggas knew that Tyrone had a connection to him, they would assume he was a Blood trying to infiltrate them to help his fellow Bloods and will most likely be killed on the spot.
If he could just take Tyrone without a confrontation, he would take that, but he was too known by everyone and quite a few gang bangers wanted to put a bullet in his back. It's not just Crips, but the Mexican gangs like MS-13 wanted a piece of him too.
He took out his gear: Two 9mm Uzis, a Glock 19, a combat knife, a backpack containing bear mace, magazines for his guns, a police baton, a taser gun, and homemade explosives, and a bullet-proof vest that Reggie put on after removing his leather jacket. He carried the backpack on his back, duel-wielded his Uzis in his hands, his Glock 19 in a holster on his right leg, and his combat knife sheathed on his belt.
He was strapped and ready to kill.
He heard laughter and music from a group of men as he walked silently and slowly through the dark alley that was illuminated by the full moon. He held his Uzis tightly as he heard his little brother laughing with them; Reggie unfortunately needed to drop these niggas if he and his brother hoped to get out of this alive.
"I'm comin' bro."
He peaked around the corner and saw his seventeen-year old brother dancing with a group of grown ass men wearing various blue clothes. They were listening to a hip hop instrumental beat with no one rapping the lyrics. Some danced, others were getting high as a kite.
Tyrone was dancing with them, wearing a gray collard shirt, black jeans, a beanie on his head, and black and white Nikes. He was wearing a gold chain around his neck, a gold watch that belonged to his father, and a golden wristband around his wrist. He had the same dark skin and eyes as Reggie, but his hair was in cornrows, he stood at five-nine, and while he was fit and athletic, he was lean unlike Reggie being a mountain of muscle.
He aimed his Uzis quickly as he jumped from his hiding spot and the sounds of gunshots rang out through the alley. The excitement of spilling blood surged through Reggie's veins like hot magma, he smiled as the forbidden act of murdering washed over him like a wave of euphoria. He was unfortunately a psychopath at heart and it was the prime reason why he wanted to gang bang back then, why he desired to shoot a nigga in the head, drag him out the car, and toss a Molotov cocktail in the car.
It was like a drug addict who kept his nose clean for months finally giving in to temptation.
But, he had to dial it down because he didn't want his brother to become a psychopath like him. Reggie knows very well that it's wrong and him trying to live a nice and peaceful life will never come true, not with his intense thirst for blood. However, family is family and unlike Mafia gangs that pretty much drag their family members into a life of crime, Reggie wasn't going to do that with Tyrone. As much as a blood thirsty thug he was, even Reggie thought 'crime families' were bad.
Besides, he can't lose him. Tyrone is the only real family he has left; Uncle Mark watching him isn't shit and is the one responsible for this to begin with, and the 'relatives' he was staying with were pretty much strangers to him due to lack of hanging out with them, but they offered him a place to stay after Reggie persuaded them with a whole lot of green that he made from his drug operation.
He managed to kill two and wound three, but they were three other men that retaliated with their own shots as Reggie grabbed his little brother and sprinted as fast as he could.
"Get that muthafucka!" One of them shouted.
"Who the fuck-"
"Ty, it's me little man. I came to save you from those niggas." Reggie replied, cutting him off.
"Why? We were just chillin' and-"
"They aren't your homies, little man. I should know, don't follow in pop's steps. I'm takin' you to the crib."
Tyrone wanted to protest, but he couldn't and he was too late to go back as he can hear the bullets whizz past his ears.
Reggie growled with anger, disappointed at himself for not watching his sibling closely and giving his bastard of an uncle too much trust. He took off his ski mas and vest and threw it in the trunk, then put on his jacket.
I can't be fucked in this game, Ima psychopath
My AK told me to shove him up some nigga's ass
I'm havin' long conversations with Mr. Millimeter
He's one of my best friends, bitch ass nigga eater.
He threw Tyrone in the passenger seat and buckled him in, then hopped into the driver's seat and started the car and backed out of the alley. Unfortunately, the rest of the gang rode in a crappy and old lowrider and started to pursue him.
"Shit, I need to put my brotha somewhere safe. Them niggas can chase me all day, but I can't have my brotha mixed up in this gangsta shit."
Reggie couldn't just drop him off somewhere, this area wasn't safe, he'll need to drop him off in a crowded area away from the dark and dimly-lit areas of L.A. He'll have to call upon help from his crew one more time. He grabbed his phone as he evaded a car and dialed a number.
"Yo, A-Wolf, what's happening nigga? Did ya find your brotha?"
"Yeah, but I had to bust a cap in their asses and I need the crew to watch my brotha. Take him and I'll deal with those niggas by myself."
"A'ight, what do ya want us to do, cuz?"
Reggie explained that he will show up at Randy's Donuts to drop him off and his crew needed to be there before he shows up. That way, the niggas chasing him wouldn't notice the car hiding in the shadow and they'll be focused on him, especially with Reggie firing on them.
"Why don't ya want us to help ya? Let's blast those niggas together!"
"No, this is my fight, dawg. You take care of my brotha."
And Missus Mossberg, livin' up in that back trunk
You know that old school bitch, she likes to get in funk
It's splittin' motherfuckers by the seams
My granddaddy Mr. AR-15
Said he was my only family
Shoot straight and please don't jam me
"A'ight, good luck, A-Wolf. Maybe, just maybe ya'll will be with yo dead moms and pops sooner or later."
"Thanks." Reggie hanged up.
"Why did you do that, man? We were fine." Tyrone complained.
"What would those niggas do to you if they found out you were brotha of A-Wolf? They would have popped your ass. We lost mama and pops, I ain't gonna lose my brotha to this shit."
He looked Tyrone dead in the eyes.
"This gang bangin' shit stops now, Ty. You are smart and deserve to go to college, don't be like those niggas that are gonna be shot up in the middle of the streets by the cops or rival gang members, or share a prison cell with a mean muthafucka that will make you his bitch and strip all pride and masculinity from yo little ass. The cycle ends here, you MUST be better than this, man." He turned his attention back to the street as the thugs followed him.
Tyrone grew quiet and looked out the window with a neutral face.
"You'll love Hawaii, man. Tight beaches, hot ass Hawaiian bitches, scuba divin', crab and shrimp dishes. How does that sound?"
Tyrone perked up.
"Pretty tight, when we gonna be there?"
"As soon as I deal with these niggas and get you packin', we'll head to the airport, little man."
Tyrone looked at Reggie and smiled.
"Ai'ight, bro, I always wanted to swim with dolphins."
Reggie smiled back.
"You will."
Glass broke as the bullets penetrated them; the thugs were now shooting at them and a couple of bullets destroyed the back window of his car. Reggie hissed in pain as a bullet struck his shoulder, causing him to almost lose control of the car.
"Oh, shit!" Tyrone yelled in shock.
The car pulled up next to the brothers.
"What? How in the fuck did their shitty bucket lowrider caught up to my baby!?"
Got in a fight at a club, my gat started walkin'
Told me to shut the fuck up and let him do the talkin'
I woke up, and it was sick to see them guts
From my strap tell me Spice motherfucker, you're Born II Die
Reggie heard the screeching of metal dragging against something and he realized with horror that his tires were busted and the metal was now rubbing against the asphalt, creating flying sparks. They were fine when he parked in the alley, which meant...someone slashed his tires while getting his brother and when he thought about it, the lowrider came rather quickly at him when he drove off. It's almost like it was waiting for him to drive by that nearby alley...
Somebody set him up and they knew he would come for his brother. He was supposed to have the surprise factor on his side because the new gang didn't know the connection between him and Tyrone, nor did they know he was coming, which meant...
Someone in his crew set him and his brother up to die.
Reggie thought back to what Rob, the new leader of his gang said to him before hanging up.
"Maybe, just maybe ya'll will be with yo dead moms and pops sooner or later."
"HOLY MUTHFUCKIN' SHITBRICKS!" Reggie roared with rage as he slammed his fist against the steering wheel.
"W-What's goin' on?" Tyrone asked nervously.
"Some nigga took out my fuckin' tires when I went to go bail yo ass out! It was my fuckin' crew!"
Just then, his phone rang and it was from Rob. Reggie answered it with haste and he heard laughing on the other end.
"You still alive, cuz?"
"What the fuck is goin' on?
"We don't need ya weak ass anymore, nigga. Et tu Brute, but in this case, Et tu Reggie, haha! Like it? I've been lookin' into that Latin shit lately."
Reggie was beyond pissed. His own crew backstabbing him? He was the big dog in the crew and everyone looked up to him, but why would they do this because he was weak? Was it because he left the gang? No, they wouldn't be that petty to stab him in the back like that over him not wanting to gang bang anymore and seeing that as a weakness, but then again...these are savage thugs who only care about getting pussy, killing rival gang members, and doing and selling drugs.
No honor among law-breaking gang bangers with a "Fuck the Police" mentality here.
The car pulled up next to Reggie's car.
"Yo, what's up now, partna!?" A thug yelled arrogantly from the window as he aimed a TEC-9 at Reggie.
"You ain't doin' me like Notorious B.I.G, fuck that!"
One to the chest and one to the dome
Well, if them niggas catch you slippin' then yo ass is gone
You're Born II Die
Aim yo best for the head so yo brains get blown
Well, if them niggas catch you slippin' then yo ass is gone
Before the thug can shoot him, Reggie steered sharply and slammed his Impala into their lowrider. He knocked them off balance, but they sent a few shots that struck the brothers, Reggie through his arm and Tyrone through his chest. The lowrider crashed into an oncoming police car while Reggie was struggling to maintain control, but with his arm ruined and couldn't steer well because of the destroyed tires, he couldn't.
Reggie closed his eyes before his car crashed into an oncoming L.A. city bus.
"No one can never escape the game."
Those were his last thoughts before agony struck his body like lightning and everything faded to black.