About the last story, Bullet, to me I think the story is now what a call an Fanfiction flop and I'm just gonna stick to rated M stories in Fanfiction like the following story, "All for Glory and the Gunz for It."
Note: I don't own KND or another properties I might parody.
SUMMARY:
The boys, now turned men of Sector V is now under deep trouble when they are framed for a robbing and murder they never commit. The situation not only brings them danger but even their loved ones.
Chapter 1: Wally's Saga
(background music:"Kodama(Interlude)"by SC Fame)
It's set at after midnight and after a raw night of passion, one Wallabee Beetles was getting dressed to a meeting outside his apartment or his part of town. As he went out of the house, he walked in his house staring at the beautiful Kuki Sanban asleep half-naked with lingerie on. He give her a kiss on her forehead and quietly said, "Goodbye Kuki." and walked on.
Wally drove out to the place and find the person who set the meeting and saw a man with a trench coat and said, "Hey, your name is Beetles, isn't it?" and Wally answered back, "Yes. But who the hell are you?"While being annoyed, the trench coat man said, "Just hurry the fuck up, man."
(background music: "The Final View" by Nujabes)
"So, what am I here for?" Wally asked. "You, Mr. Beetles, sir are the top contender of selling and making a business profit that will make you a rich man." The man seems to be suspicious to Wally but mostly let's hope his sense as a man is smarter than when he was dumb as a stump as a kid. "So what is it?" He asked. (I guess not) "It is ..." and he presented a case of the stuff that look like sugar but it isn't. Then he said, "Hey, wait a minute. This stuff is coke. You trying to make me a drug dealer or trying to get me in jail? You sick fuck! Who are you gonna sell this to?" The trench coat dude responded to Wally's malice towards him and said, "So now you gonna spit in my face just like this, huh?" He gets angry. "Okay, so I sell some coke to some people or matter of fact, kids. So who give a damn about these people?" He gets even more angrier. "I bet if I said that you better listen to what I gotta say because I know people that know people that can hurt or kill people. Especially the one you intimately know like..."Then Wally know what person he was talking about was you-know-who and he was filled with rage and anger, "Listen. Motherfucker, if you touch her head or try to fuck with her, I swear I'm gonna make your life a living hell." Then the other dude said, "Try Me."
(background music: "World without Words" by SC Fame)
Wally raised a gun in the air and commenced blasting at the guy and Wally miss some shots but had a shot in the leg and the trench coat man fell down and got up while starting to limp. Wally was gonna shot him in the face but something he heard was a high-pitched voice and then the dude said, "Like I said, I know people." and the second Wally heard Kuki's high-pitched voice and look at the face of evil with a strong grudge, he shot him up close and personal and rushed back to his apartment.
While back to his apartment, he saw a trail of blood and started to worry and as he came to the room, Kuki was wounded in the leg and thigh and she couldn't run to him but (Well, you know he did what he did.) "Kuki, what's wrong?" He asked and then she point at a dead body which was cut, shot and in blood. Kuki started to feel edgy and said, "Wally, what the hell was going on? One minute, you're not in this room and next thing, some guy in a suit with a gun tries to shoot me and then something made the guy up and died." Wally was silent and so was Kuki for a moment and soon morning came."
Now, after y'all read the story, you can review the story and say how good was the story or some thing.
Chapter 2 coming real soon.
Here's a sneak peek of the next chapter music lyrics from Method Man from his album, "4:21 The Day After"
"Walk On" (f/Redman)
Intro: sample (Method Man)
"Walk on" (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Method Man
It's Meth, back on that old shit
Pick my ho's with the same finger I pick my nose with
These flows get, hotter than most chicks, get the picture
I'm focused, got nothing but cock for cock-roaches, bitch, I'm gone before you noticed
Ducking these coppers, try'nna make the coldest
Spot you with the bricks and the baking sodas
Me and my soldier, we taking over, taking payola
From all these stations and record labels, they killing culture, tell 'em niggaz
"Walk on"
Redman
Yo, I blow ya minds, like Kurt Cobain
My block is hot like Lil' Wayne, I'll pop ya little chain
I'm ready, hip hop is not gon' be the same
Like the Roc and Dame, I'll dot the little change
Nigga, I ain't scared, boy, yes sir
If I wasn't a beast, you niggaz wouldn't whisper
I'm like, y'all can fuck y'all self, I'm getting paid daily
Plus keepin' it real, keep you broke, can't tell me, nigga "Walk on"
Method Man
Huh, now go say that I don't quiver, and any chick
Caught with dirt under her nail's a gold digger
Yeah, I tell the people, like I told RZA
Man, I got Meth and on the day that I don't, I'll let you know, nigga
Nah, no carbon copies, they ain't got me, but they can watch me
Jewels jingling, middle finger at paparazzi
Not too cocky, but still, ain't too many niggaz can top me
So bounce you foes and pull ya shoes up, nigga "Walk on"
Redman
Don't even blink, think fast, make the right move
Got a gun on ya, like Pinky had on Ice Cube
I don't play, homey, I got my stripes, too
I'mma sky high-a-trist, I smoke in a flight suit, nigga
Recognize, like Sam Sneed'll "back down"
You sick and tired of wack niggaz, then act now
I show you how it's done, nigga, Gilla House
Give you a whole clip, turn your ruby glitter out, nigga "Walk on"
Method Man
And beat ya feet up, I'm sick with these dice, so put ya g's up
Then back a lighter tree, about to get the energy up
I milk like double D cup, plus, I air it out just like a sneaker
Will win, and then "key" your car like Alicia
Yup, my Meth is off the meter, more Yankee caps than Derek Jeter
Try'nna catch me a diva, then I'mma catch and meet ya
Might spill a thong, but still a don, still got
Love, for my baby moms, we just don't get along, hold the fuck on "Walk on"
Redman
Allow me to reintroduce -- nah, I don't need it
If you ain't got it since '92, nigga, beat it
Hop in the 4 of ya 7, black two-seater
Pull out a hammer, big as a vacuum cleaner
Nigga, I roll heavy, bitch, I roll steady
Get that dough Reggie, me fall off, really?
You better ask who the best rapper in ya hood
And when you mimick me, muthafucka, do it good, nigga "Walk on"
