October 31, 1984. Jackson, Mississippi. The Kore Household. 9:00 PM.
Richard P.O.V.
To say that my Bar Mitzvah was ruined would be an understatement. It was shattered like glass. Me family had no idea that the guys currently trying to kill us was the same guys that we stole from a few weeks prior. How the Furious Five obtained my family's house address was beyond me. One thing was for sure, some of us weren't going to survive.
Bullets were flying everywhere. Me, Sly, Scott and Kristina ran up the stairs and went into our separate rooms to hide. Me and Sly hid in my bedroom, while my brother Scoot and my sister Kristina hid in their rooms. I was holding the bulky JVC camcorder. We hid in my closet. I locked my door tight. I could tell the the members were struggling to get into my bedroom. In the distance I heard gunshots. Me and the raccoon hid there in the closet for several minutes. Eventually, one of the gang members said, "I want you to return the things that you and that filthy raccoon stole from us."
I could tell that the voice belonged to Clarissa Glass, who was one the the members of the gang that me and Sly stole from, the Furious Five. I was beyond terrified. So was Sly. Sly was shaking like a leaf on a tree. I didn't know how to answer Clarissa's statement. I knew that if I didn't answer or comply with Clarissa's demands, the rest of the Furious Five would kill Scott and Kristina. I didn't want that to happen.
"Alright," I said to Clarissa, "Me and Sly will return all of the things that we stole from you."
"You better." Clarissa's voice said.
Me and Sly got out of the closet and we picked up the box that contained all of the things that we stole from the Furious Five a few weeks ago. We opened the box to make sure that everything was still in the box. Everything was in there. There wasn't a thing missing from that box. Me and Sly brought the box over to the door. We unlocked the door and handed the items over to Clarissa. Clarissa took the box and opened it. She closed the box after a few seconds.
"Thank you for complying." Clarissa and Tyrone said. "You know, things could've gotten a lot worse for you if you and the raccoon hadn't complied to our orders."
Regular P.O.V.
Three of the five members of the gang walked downstairs. The other 2 guys were standing over 4 dead family members. Vincent Kore, his wife Julisa, his brother George and George's wife Patricia were all dead. All because Richard wanted to become a thief like Sly. If Sly hadn't have taught Richard how to steal from master criminals and if they din't steal from a very notorious and dangerous gang, his whole family wouldn't have been massacred. Ricky left a note beside the slain family. The remaining members of the Furious FIve went out the door and went their separate ways.
Richard P.O.V.
I waited for the Furious Five to leave the house before I could exit the room. Me and Sly walked out of my bedroom door and into the hallway. I was still holding to the camcorder. I heard other doors opening up and I saw my brother and sister come out unscathed. All 4 of us went downstairs to the living room. What we found would scare me and my sibling for the rest of our lives.
My mother, father, uncle George and aunt Patricia were all dead. There was blood everywhere. My mother and father were shot, while my uncle and Aunt were stabbed. It was horrible. I cried. I found a note beside the dead bodies of my family. Scott picked up the note. The note read: This is what happens when a 12 year old boy and a cartoon raccoon steal from a dangerous gang. They stole from us, we steal the kid's family. It works both ways. Maybe Richard Kore and Sylvester Cooper should thought about the consequences of their actions before deciding to steal from us. Hope you live your life without a family, Richard. Ricky Spanish, the leader of the Furious Five.
Scott and Kristina were shocked by the note. Their mouths were open in shock.
"You and the raccoon stole from a very dangerous gang?!" Scott said to me. "What were you guys thinking? You guys could've got yourselves killed doing that shit!"
I was bawling my eyes out. My brother was right. Me and Sly shouldn't have stolen from a dangerous gang. We should've said no. We should've just cancelled the heist and did something else. It was because of my actions that my entire family was dead. My six year old cousin, Freddy came up from the basement. I pointed the camcorder toward's Sly. Sly was crying. It was his fault that my family was killed. We stood there in silence for a while. Then, we heard a van pull up to our driveway. We went out the front door to see who pulled into our driveway.
A blue van was parked in the driveway behind my parents Toyota car. The blue van liked like a SUV. It had a raccoon symbol on it's side. Sly went ahead of us. His eyes went wide.
"Shit," Sly said to me and my siblings, "Those are my friends. I gotta go. It was nice meeting you guys."
The raccoon ran uo to the passenger side of the van and got into the van. The van backed out the driveway before driving off and disappearing in a flash. Me, Scott, Kristina and Freddy all stood outside the door in silence.