A/N- !!WARNING!! This episode of The Cabbies racial terms are used. You've been warned.
Chapter 3: The Mall
One of the hottest hot spots was the North Point Mall. The Bloods started hanging around their ever since the Crypts left, naturally the Cabbies didn't like this, for they owned the mall, by force.
Joel and Jack were standing outside of a Sears store when they saw three men wearing red bandannas. Recently the police have given up on trying to settle down the hostilites, so now they just warn them instead of risking their personal safety. Joel grabbed a wooden baseball bat and Jack slipped on his brass knuckles. Joel yelled, "Hey!" The three turned around and started walking towards them. Joel raised his bat and swung. It connected and dropped one of the Bloods, his face blue from the bat. He threw the bat down and took another man down. He was sitting on his stomach, he slid his butt up and pinned the mans arms down with his shins. He said, "Not so tough now eh mutherfucker?" He dropped his right hand. The hand connected with the gang members face. He kept feeding him left and right hooks. He had totally forgotten about Jack, so he turned his shoulders. Jack was doing good, he was taking two on at once. Suddenly a streaking pain pinged at Joel's sternum. He turned around, a knife was sticking out of his chest. He fell over as the Blood beat him savagely. The man kicked Joel in the cheek, blood spewed out from his cut cheek. Joel was defenseless. Jack appeared out of nowhere and tackled the man, the other two Bloods had ran away. Jack grutned as he beat him, "Fuckin' nigger!" Jack ended up beating the black man to death.
Joel woke up in the hospital, he looked at the digital clock next to him: 3:37 a.m. He was painfully sore. His wound was bandaged up. He drifted back to his slumber.
Jack's knuckles were banged up pretty bad, but he wasn't attended by a doctor. He kept hanging around the mall. One day there was a good number of Bloods and Cabbies at the mall. The situation erupted, very fast.
Jack dove under a fountain. He pulled out a Colt Python. He aimed it at a black. He pulled the trigger. The bullet zipped past the man's head but it did not connect. He fired a few more shots, the last one hit the man in the stomach. He threw the gun down and picked up his AK-47. He aimed the rifle at another gang member. Pop, pop, pop! The gun exploded with a hail of bullets. The man dropped like a fly with a red aura. Jack ran over behind a glass window. He raised his head. He saw four blacks behind a statue. Glass shattered, but Jack duck just in time. Glass fell on top of him, cutting his face, he was bleeding from a cut right under his lip. He ran to the back of the store he was in. He grabbed an empty glass bottle, a bottle of liquor, and a wrag. He ran back to his little nest behind the wall. He poured the liquor to fill the empty bottle half way up. Sine he didn't have any gasoline or kerosene he drenched the wrag in alchohol. He stuck the wrag down the bottle. He lit it with a cigarette lighter. He hurled the concoction over the wall, it hit its mark and engulfed the four gang members with flames. Silence. You could've heard a pin drop. The Bloods have been defeated!
Joel was awoken by Jack who stammered, "Dude! We beat those niggers! We massacred them at the mall. And you should've seen it when I threw a home made Molotov Cocktail!" He babbled on and on. But Joel followed intently. He seemed to love the story.
Chapter 3: The Mall
One of the hottest hot spots was the North Point Mall. The Bloods started hanging around their ever since the Crypts left, naturally the Cabbies didn't like this, for they owned the mall, by force.
Joel and Jack were standing outside of a Sears store when they saw three men wearing red bandannas. Recently the police have given up on trying to settle down the hostilites, so now they just warn them instead of risking their personal safety. Joel grabbed a wooden baseball bat and Jack slipped on his brass knuckles. Joel yelled, "Hey!" The three turned around and started walking towards them. Joel raised his bat and swung. It connected and dropped one of the Bloods, his face blue from the bat. He threw the bat down and took another man down. He was sitting on his stomach, he slid his butt up and pinned the mans arms down with his shins. He said, "Not so tough now eh mutherfucker?" He dropped his right hand. The hand connected with the gang members face. He kept feeding him left and right hooks. He had totally forgotten about Jack, so he turned his shoulders. Jack was doing good, he was taking two on at once. Suddenly a streaking pain pinged at Joel's sternum. He turned around, a knife was sticking out of his chest. He fell over as the Blood beat him savagely. The man kicked Joel in the cheek, blood spewed out from his cut cheek. Joel was defenseless. Jack appeared out of nowhere and tackled the man, the other two Bloods had ran away. Jack grutned as he beat him, "Fuckin' nigger!" Jack ended up beating the black man to death.
Joel woke up in the hospital, he looked at the digital clock next to him: 3:37 a.m. He was painfully sore. His wound was bandaged up. He drifted back to his slumber.
Jack's knuckles were banged up pretty bad, but he wasn't attended by a doctor. He kept hanging around the mall. One day there was a good number of Bloods and Cabbies at the mall. The situation erupted, very fast.
Jack dove under a fountain. He pulled out a Colt Python. He aimed it at a black. He pulled the trigger. The bullet zipped past the man's head but it did not connect. He fired a few more shots, the last one hit the man in the stomach. He threw the gun down and picked up his AK-47. He aimed the rifle at another gang member. Pop, pop, pop! The gun exploded with a hail of bullets. The man dropped like a fly with a red aura. Jack ran over behind a glass window. He raised his head. He saw four blacks behind a statue. Glass shattered, but Jack duck just in time. Glass fell on top of him, cutting his face, he was bleeding from a cut right under his lip. He ran to the back of the store he was in. He grabbed an empty glass bottle, a bottle of liquor, and a wrag. He ran back to his little nest behind the wall. He poured the liquor to fill the empty bottle half way up. Sine he didn't have any gasoline or kerosene he drenched the wrag in alchohol. He stuck the wrag down the bottle. He lit it with a cigarette lighter. He hurled the concoction over the wall, it hit its mark and engulfed the four gang members with flames. Silence. You could've heard a pin drop. The Bloods have been defeated!
Joel was awoken by Jack who stammered, "Dude! We beat those niggers! We massacred them at the mall. And you should've seen it when I threw a home made Molotov Cocktail!" He babbled on and on. But Joel followed intently. He seemed to love the story.