Asazi
Chapter 29
The world turned colors and the mathematics started swirling in my head. I somehow knew what was happening and the numbers chose different paths to get out of the plight I was in…it took about one-and-a-half seconds but I chose an explication and followed through with it…hoping it would save my life…
I pulled my body with all my strength and propelled myself onto the car's hood, my feet landing flat on the hood and my back parallel with the windshield so it didn't hurt as bad when it hit. While in the air, I grabbed the Glock and right after landing I raised my arm and fired three shots—all of them hits. One blew apart one of the ropes holding the flatbeds cargo—which was a bunch of wooden, locked crates—causing it to fly off the flatbed right by the car I was on. While taking the second shot, I motioned whoever the driver was of the red car I was on to go into the left lane. They took the hint and swerved over; they were panicked, but panic makes your senses a lot more acute.
My second shot blew out one of the back tires and the third hit another rope that was holding more boxes down. They flew back into another car and others all over the road. The truck careened off the road and into the forest, followed by several sparks from friction somewhere on the truck…which caused it to explode into a huge fireball. I felt the heat of it on my face and winced at the sudden brightness of the flames…then I remembered that I was on the hood of a car going seventy miles-an-hour down the interstate in Florida. I slipped the Glock back into my waist and looked back at the car I was on.
Seeing an exit in the distance and a sign saying that the rest area was on the next right, I took my time and being as careful as I could, I climbed into the car through the already-down passenger window. The driver was a young guy with the butt of a gun sticking out of his pocket. His eyes were wild as he looked at me and he somehow knew that I knew what he was.
His voice was shaky as he spoke. "I-I-I'm no-t-t-t-t gonna-a do any-y-ything to you-u-u."
I nodded, reaching for the gun in his pocket and gently pulling it out. He was there back up, in case I somehow got out of or away from the truck. Apparently, my stunt scared the shit out of him and he wasn't about try and capture someone who's insane enough to do what I had done. "You're a smart guy," I said nonchalantly, then pushed my abruptly present Glock into his ear, "let's keep it that way…okay?" He nodded and sped the car up to eighty miles an hour.
We passed the rest area that looked a little more full than most rest areas…the guy drove, I watched him and the cars around me…
It occurred to me a few minutes later that the guy might try to pull something later so I knew I had to get him on my side, at least for awhile. "You know who I am," I asked. He jumped when I spoke but replied with a somewhat steady voice. "Yes…yes I-I do. You're Asazi, the legend that took out Brink, alone, not to mention dodged all the other gangs, especially what used to be Miami United." I almost laughed; "Miami United…I always thought that was one of the dumbest names I've ever heard."
The guy glanced at me, and then back at the road…I had disturbed him with what I said. "Miami United was originally a peace-keeping group, determined to destroy the gangs and pathetic people that don't belong here in the world. I was one of them. The name's Warren, by the way." Oops! Shouldn't have gone there…too late now, might as well start asking questions…try to find out what idiot asshole is out to get me after all these years. "What do you mean 'was originally a peace-keeping group'. Those assholes went after me when I was six-years-old, trying to kill me a number of times before I'd even become a freaking teenager. Don't give me any bullshit on you trying to be peace-keeping group."
"No, you don't understand," he replied tranquilly, "We wanted to get rid of those that were causing grief to Miami, and once finished with Miami, we would spread to other big cities and take over those ones. We'd expel the crap and eventually, we'd be a world organization, keeping the peace by destroying those that disrupt it."
"So when you say 'what used to be Miami United'…they're gone, right?" No way this whole trip was caused by somebody that heard about me and decided to find me and use me…no way…there has to be something, someone that knows me to hit me that hard… Another question came to mind so I asked it, "What wasted the almighty 'Miami United'? I mean, what happened to it; you spoke as if it fell apart." He sighed and responded, "It did fall apart…our leader was undercover in another gang and only a few of us knew that he was; he was the right-hand-man of another—our biggest enemy—gang's leader… Anyway, one day, a bunch of the more lowly Miami United guys got together and went after our under-guy and…to put it straightly, they wasted him. Tore him apart…literally…"
FLASH!
—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—
FLASH!
"So anyway, our leader was killed by our own people, a huge misunderstanding. They…if only Brink would've known that he had been our leader."
I gasped. My breathing was almost cut short. Brink…someone I hadn't thought about for a long time…, "Are you saying that Brink ripped apart his own leader, without even knowing it?"
The guy nodded gravely, saying, "He also wasted his girlfriend, who's name you've taken. Asazi."
I tried to stay calm, tried to show that this wasn't affecting me but—
FLASH!
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—
FLASH!
Finally it hit me… Asazi was the boyfriend of the leader of Miami United, a guy that was undercover, working for his own gang…and he was killed by his own clan for working undercover… No wonder he seemed so confused…
Xynan…
My hatred for Brink was caused by a misconception of his own coterie…Xynan, horribly betrayed and yet…not betrayed… "But Brink said that Xynan had killed his family…did he?"
"No…that was another gang that set it up to make it look like it had been Xynan and the gang he was undercover in." Something isn't right…oh! Didn't…, "Didn't Xynan say that he was gonna kick Miami United's ass?"
The man replied, "Yeah, because he thought that it was a joke to see how he'd react if his house was ever surrounded…sorta like a training thing."
So Xynan was killed for leading his own gang to peace… No…wait a minute…that can't be right. Xynan was killing to get rid of the killers…that would mean he would've had to kill himself, because he too was a monster…and so am I… I sat in silence for awhile, thinking deeply, knowing that something just didn't seem right.
Warren spoke again, "There are a couple of us that think Xynan survived…some say that they never killed Asazi but…I know that she's dead…I saw her body. One reason a lot of people think that Xynan survived is because around an hour after Asazi and he were supposedly killed, we went to his house because he didn't answer a phone call and…well, his body wasn't there and Asazi's was…a knife right through the back of her neck and out the front of—''
FLASH!
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—
FLASH!
Again, another flash of light and I had remembered another few gruesome seconds of the torture that Brink and the possibly good guys had done…
I shook my head and knew that something wasn't right. Or maybe something's right and I'm trying to figure out what it might lead to…
And then it clicked.
"Xynan is alive!"
Warren looked at me with a look on his face that said 'I wish but…'
"No, you don't understand. He's the only person that could've known where I was, and he must've thought that Travion and Summer had stolen me away from Miami and after so many years, he sent people out to see if I was alive…" No…that's not right either…that couldn't be right…because his men would've known that I was happy from the way I was around Travion and Summer…
The guy shook his head and said, "No, it was the gang I'm in now that found you and went after you." He said it quietly, as if afraid to add something but…was afraid to say it… Then he said it…, "You were there, weren't you? You watched Asazi and Xynan die."
"Yes," I replied, my voice a hoarse whisper as I recalled everything, in a vivid text…, "I was hiding behind a bookcase, and from my outlook, I was able to watch almost everybody and everything that happened…it wasn't…" I just stopped, not wanting to remember any more than what I already had. "Why the hell didn't you do anything so save him," Warren suddenly roared. "Why didn't you start taking them out as they came into the room, why—''
"Because he told me to go hide and I was in love with him then so I did what I was told so why don't you just fuck off!"
He did. The silence hurt us both, how it hurt him I don't know, why he even cared I don't know…I just know that it had been horrible experience, like my life… Like the mystery that now beheld me in it's arms and my thoughts…it's amazing what a conversation can turn into…at first, I just wanted to persuade him to help me out until we got to Miami and now look where we are… There's a connection between us… "Do you know who found me out, or where he got the information," I asked quietly. He said quietly, "No…but I swear it on my life that if you will help me find Xynan and I'll help you do whatever you need to do—whether or not Xynan's alive…"
I looked at Warren and almost smiled. I'm not completely sure but…I think…I think I can trust him…I hope I can trust him…
Author's Note
Hey. Just to let you know, the 5th chapter of Wasteland was posted. It's an okay story so far, others like it. Just give it a try, read the first two chapters and tell me what you think about it, whether or not you like it. Thanks for reading Asazi and thanx to all those that have reviewed my stories—you keep me going in life and my flame for these crazy things.