Asazi
Chapter 9
One of the people, presumably the leader, pulled out a pistol from his left back pocket and said, "Hello Xynan. How are you?"
"Fine until you came here," Xynan replied, clutching his bleeding shoulder.
The leader snorted. "You are so full of it, Xynan. Thought you could trap up our turf without us realizing who did it? Well you're wrong…and you know what? You killed Timothy!"
Xynan showed no emotion but Asazi certainly did. She was really pissed off. Four other guys stepped up, two grabbing and holding Xynan and the other two Asazi. "Violence won't solve anything," Xynan said as the leader pulled out a knife.
The leader didn't show that he had heard Xynan. Just looked at the knife, anger slowly growing on his face. "You know which trap killed Timothy?" Xynan didn't even blink. "I SAID, DO YOU KNOW WHICH TRAP KILLED MY LITTLE BROTHER!!"
One of the guys holding Xynan grabbed a handful of his hair and said, "Answer him."
"No."
The leader sighed. "Let me show you…better yet, I'll let you feel what killed my brother. My only family."
I almost gasped. Their leader was exactly like me. Lusting to kill, craving for the flow of anger so he could unleash his heart. I watched as their leader walked over to Xynan and put the knife on his cheek.
"You can kill me, Brink, but you can't kill them. They'll avenge me; I was a recruiter, a trainer. All I do is follow orders. We are going to make a new world. Starting here, right here…in Miami. But you are slowing us down so we had to slow you down…the hard way."
Brink cut Xynan's cheek enough to make it bleed. "You wanna start a 'New World'? That's bullshit…but it's not if you're gonna kill my brother. No…it's not. Now it's going to have to be war." Xynan's eyes widened. Brink smiled at his reaction and continued, "That's right, Xynan. WAR."
Brink gestured with his hands, trying to create a picture. "Can you see it? War on the streets of Miami and you're little corporation will be in the middle of it. Before you killed him, Timothy gathered the gangs and told then what you were doing. It's Miami United verses you're New World. And we're gonna kick your ass."
Xynan started laughing. "Miami United??? That's the dumbest gang name I've ever heard. You are—"
BAM! Brink's fist slammed into Xynan's forehead
The knife came down and sliced open Xynan's belly. His insides began to flow out as Xynan yelled in pain. Brink pulled his knife halfway through Xynan's waist…, "This is how Timothy died. String! String so thin that it cuts through you before you even notice. Well…we didn't have any…so this is what my brother FELT!"
Brink brought the knife all the way through Xynan, separating his torso from his legs. "AAAAAAAAAA," Xynan screamed…and a few seconds later he lost consciousness. Brink snorted and said, "Didn't even take it like a man."
Then Brink turned to Asazi, who was looking in horror at Xynan's severed body…
I looked at one of the people, one of the gang members…our eyes met…and he turned away.
"What? You don't enjoy that sight, Asazi? That's only your boyfriend! There's nothing wrong with killing him is there? After all—," Brink stepped up to Asazi's face and whispered, "—he killed my only family." Brink took a step back and said, "Do you have any family, Asazi?"
She didn't answer. She just stared at Xynan's fallen body. Stared until tears came. Brink laughed and said something that I couldn't hear because of everyone's evil laughter. Asazi was suddenly on the floor…I closed my eyes and listened to her screams and moans of horror. Asazi and I were the same, just as Brink and I were the same.
Crying for the ventilation of our hearts. But unwilling to experience it. They raped Asazi and then, when Brink was done, he stabbed Asazi in the back of the neck, the tip of the blade showing at the front of her throat. I silently cried. And to think that I was planning to live this kind of life. To kill others just so I could have my revenge…
Asazi and Xynan were both dead.
I noticed, as the gangs left whooping and hollering in the happiness of their victory, that the man who'd seen me was whispering into Brink's ear…I only cried for a few minutes.
I looked at my watch and saw that it was only four in the afternoon. Then, about ten minutes after they left, I ran outside and sprinted the mile to the beach as the ocean welcomed me into it's open arms…I went as far as I could go before my arms gave way…as I drowned, I realized that I didn't want to live…and as I drowned, I realized I didn't…even…care…
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I woke up coughing and hacking my lungs out. Or more specifically, the water out of my lungs. I was onshore…how did I live? I didn't want to. All my loved ones were gone. Never to returned. Not to mention I watched Asazi experience everything that had happened to me…I really should take her name. We are alike, Asazi and I…she was touched, I was, she and I both lost loved ones right before our eyes…
I slowly sat up and looked around. I saw my footprints about four feet away, the footprints from when I ran down here. I glanced at Shawn's old watch and it read: 4:53. I had been here for nearly an hour…but how did I survive? A miracle? No…nothing in my life is a miracle. If there was, it was for an even darker purpose…and miracles for the worst aren't miracles.
I slowly got up and knew that survival was my first priority. I hadn't eaten yet today so…I started walking back up to Xynan's house. When I got there…I sense something…different. I walked inside, my heart thumping and my blood rushing…adrenaline I think it's called.
I stepped into the open living room and—no one was there. No one alive anyway. I looked down at the floor and saw Asazi's dead body, a whole in the back of her neck, her head in a puddle of dark, tainted blood. I looked over and saw Xynan's legs but—where was the rest of his body?!
I started frantically looking around, into the game room and the kitchen, behind the sofa and the bookcase…it was gone. Except for one area…I walked over to the spiral, metal staircase and walked up it. Walked up into the attic.
It wasn't what I thought it would be…which made it a huge surprise. There was a billboard of guns on one wall of the room; another wall of knives and then the other half of the room was like a bedroom. A king-sized bed, a TV with the remote sitting on a nightstand nearby…Xynan was a gangster…
No, he was something else. This probably isn't the way a gang member would have his weapons laid out. They probably would've been hidden in various places.
I walked over to the gun wall looked at the guns…all their safety's were off and they were all loaded. Xynan was ready for anything. There were all sorts of guns; I didn't know what they were called but I sure as hell knew how to use them.
My daddy and I used to visit Grandpa King (who died about a half-year ago); we went hunting all the time. I picked up a six-shooter…I think it was called a Colt. I picked up a few other weapons too, putting them between my shorts' waistline and my skin. They were coldly comfortable.
There were also two dressers and I walked over to the one simply labeled 'Asazi'. I opened the top drawers to see bras and thongs…the middle drawer contained all sorts of strange clothing and the bottom had exactly what I was looking for: jeans. I put on a pair and they fell back down…hmm…I looked in Xynan's dresser and found belts in the middle drawer. I chose one that was adjustable all the way around and put it through the loops of the jeans and in a few minutes I was completely dressed.
Very baggy jeans and a shirt that went down to my knees. I shrugged; it could be a new style.
I changed my four weapons' positions and was comfortable except for one thing; I was super-hungry. I went downstairs and peeked into the fridge. I found a pan that had half-cooked sausage and ate it hungrily. I then found a picnic basket of about six PBJ sandwiches. I ate them and though I was still a little hungry, I stopped eating and wiped off the fingerprints of what I had touched.
A thought occurred to me and I walked back upstairs and looked around for some gloves. I found a pair black-leather ones, very nice, big but nice.
I learned this from watching Shawn as he would leave the hotel rooms. He also deodorized them.
I walked outside, leaving the door open. I got into Xynan's car and looked around for the keys. Damn, I thoughts, when I couldn't find them. I decided I would walk and left, following the dirt road toward Miami. After about a half-hour of walking I reached the freeway and walked alongside it. Time seemed to go by fast as I walked because it seemed like only an hour later when I realized that the sun was completely set and the moon was out.
The stars…have you ever looked at them and wondered what purpose they serve? Navigation for the old times but what about now? Now they were blinking mysteries, stars so far away that we only get a speck of them. And the moon; how did that get there and why does it have so many holes in it?
I sighed as I walked. Had to have walked a good ten miles by now because I was reaching the city. I passed the city limit sign of Miami and kept walking. I needed a place to sleep…where? I didn't know but I was sure I'd find one.
Somehow, Brink came to my mind…only anger came with him. I was caught up in this urban war. Not voluntarily, but the man had seen me, and Brink knew it. I don't know why they left me there, but it would eventually occur to Brink that I had seen what had happened…and he would definitely send out his gang to hunt me down…
I wasn't ready. I didn't have the training, the experience that I knew I needed. And my ammo was very limited. I didn't even think about getting anything other than the guns. Good thing they were loaded…I walked until my feet were soar and my watch read: 10:03. Then I saw a warehouse on the corner of a street, it's windows all broken and it obviously hadn't been used for awhile. I jogged up one of the windows, looked around and jumped inside.
It was dark, dusty. And somehow, the place was damp, mold growing on the walls. There were crates stacked up all around and I tried to find a goo place to sleep. There, on top of a large stack of crates. I jumped up, my fingers reaching the top of the first crate. The guns pulled me down with there weight but I didn't stop.
Push yourself, I mentally screamed at myself. Using the anger and energy of the sandwiches, I crawled up onto the first crate and laid down on my back…a few seconds later, I was asleep…
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I awoke the next morning to cars honking. Another day…another day…my urban life was beginning…and I laughed to myself as I realized I was only six-years-old, presumably about to be hunted for, homeless, and (even though I ate a lot)…hungry…