Chapter 1: Stillwater's finest
My name is Marcus. I'm a 22 year old white Caucasian male that has a really tough childhood. I really don't know my parents because my mother gave me up for adoption when she was struggling with her drug addiction. I was about 2 years old when she gave me up for adoption. My father on the other hand had an affair with another woman while my mother was home taking care of me. He would come up with different lies of saying he was working or he was going out with a couple of his friends playing poker.
I was adopted when I was 4 years old by the Newmans who had tried many times to conceive a child but never really had the chance of having a kid. They lived in Shivington which is probably one of the roughest parts of Stillwater. The streets of Stillwater was being overrun by local gangs such as the Vice Kings, Westside Rollerz, 3rd street saints, and the Los Carnales. The Newmans never really watched what I was doing or saying.
When I started getting older, I was starting to act out. That was around the age of 8. I was skipping school to smoke weed and cigarettes, I was fighting kids from the school yard, and I was shoplifting small businesses such as Brown Baggers. I didn't get my first piece until I was 10. I was starting to get paranoid because for some reason, I was thinking that other gang members were going to rob me.
So enough about my childhood, let's just get into how I was indicted into the 3rd street saints. You know, I was walking around when I noticed a guy was selling watches where there was also all these different ho's standing around. "Yo playa, how about a watch?" "No thanks," I said. "Ah whatever," he said.
When I turned the corner, I noticed there was some fight going down between the Vice Kings, Westside Rollerz, and Los Carnales. I heard a car drive up and I noticed it was the Los Carnales. I heard in the most coldest voice that I've ever heard, "Hector says hello." He then took out his K6 and started spraying bullets hitting the vice kings. They all started running while some of them were taking out their T3K's and their NR4's trying to take out each other. I was running for my life when I tripped and fell. A vice king member came up to me and said, "wrong place, wrong time dawg." I heard a shot go off as I blacked out and when I woke up I noticed that some guy was standing over me with a pistol in one hand.