Neto
Doom & Gloom
2015
They were flying over New Austin on their way to New Arcadia. "Just so you know..." He said. "It was Mai who was behin all those killings last year over lowriders. I mean you probably may have thought it was just more mercenay work or something but it was her. She was doing it for Latard."
"That could be..." He said. "It may even be true without question. But you did shoot up Stone's deal. Me and him may not always see eye to eye especially when it comes to Sugar but he was a friend. And if Sugar had been there, you and me would have a problem."
"Why the fuck do you care about some hood rat? You know I saw that chicha you fucked. Grisha's sister. That should be more what you're after."
"Sugar...is having baby. my baby..."
"Serio?"
"yes...and we're not aborting it...aren't you gonna say congradulations?"
"I don't know what to say. Keep a trucha for her. You better get her outta the neighborhood now cause somebody will try and come after her over what you and her have done together. I lost my own kid."
"I know and I'm sory about that but you could at least be happy for a friend."
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"Friend? We tried to kill each other hombre. You shot her, she was spying on u...what did you think we're gonna ride off into the sunset? Just cause of this punk?"
"It's because of that I have to reevaluate what battles are important and which ones aren't. My battle with you isn't. Leondre...he was a friend but he was in the wrong he went crazy. And in the end you didn't even kill him. Only to find out some punk kid that Paul used to hang out with did it...and I know you're torn up about Paul."
"No, I'm not. I'm not torn up about anybody anymore...Mark just killed Pajaro...he went to New Arcadia and he shouldn't have done that. I didn't tell him to go..."
He sighed. "He sent the corpse to Rancho thinking I'd still be there. He doesn't even know what I did to his bitch yet. Or maybe he does. It depends on if she lived or died. But whatever the case, if she is alive she's not pretty anymore. But I still saw how bad his face was. Animales...I aint gonna cry about it. Cause I don't got any real emotions left after what went down in Mexico. All I got is anger and humorous contempt. But Pajaro is dead because of me..and I am going to avenge him. As for Oso...he's free. I don't know how but if he was really dead I'd feel it in my gut. That's one other thing I feel aside from the two things I mentioned. Mai can cry all she wants. It's wasted tears. We may never see him again but he wouldn't want to see her."
"Well he did stab a high profile gang member. It was all over the news. Even when he was on trial people started talking about the days of the riots all over again. Whether our old fiend wanted to or not he set the city back by twenty three years. And no matter what side of the riots you were on nobody has fond memories of it. There were a lot of people that are glad to see Tackle dead but others were pissed off and now that it's alleged that that Filipino death row inmate did it everybody thinks the African American gangs paid him to do it."
"You know goddamn well that wasn't him that was killed. You and I both know who Tanaka is and we both know what he's capable of. You were the one that got him in on helping Paul in prison. If anything that Filipino is dead."
"Yes, I know. It was in a coded manner but Tanaka did tell me."
"So the two who don't know he's alive is Mai and Packie. Let's keep it that way. Especially Mai but don't let Packie know either. He's neuteral in all this. It was more or less you and me and Mai vs each other but also me and Paul against Mai. He didn't really say he had a problem with you but there were sides and the fact that he was closer to me meant being closer to you was impossible. And even if it wasn't he was arrested so it doesn't matter. With Packie, he's a fence rider in this case which is exactly why this has to stay between the three of us."
Just then all the alarms started going off as the plane started going off. Of no shortage of irony, the song Doom & Gloom was playing as they began to go down. "Well we're fucked!" Stated Ivan. "I never even got a chance to meet this famous Marcus Roman!"
"That's probably who shot us down! Who else would it be?" Of great irony, on the radio station was the song Doom & Gloom by Rolling Stones. As Neto tried to gain control of the plane so that they could at least crash land he said, "That song is teaching us something...it's a sign..."
had a dream last night
That I was piloting a plane
And all the passengers were drunk and insane
I crash landed in a Louisiana swamp
Shot up a horde of zombies
But I come out on top
What's it all about?
Guess it just reflects my mood
Sitting in the dirt
Feeling kind of hurt
When all I hear is doom and gloom
And all is darkness in my room
Through the light your face I see
Baby take a chance
Baby won't you dance with me
As he listened to the song suddenly the voice of Marcus Roman sounded.
Ivan vowed, "I'm not staying in a crashing plane. If this is the last time I see you, nice knowing you!" Neto replied, "We're gonna need a way out of the city!" Ivan wasted no time. He got out with his parachute. Neto growled as he struggled with the controls.
He wanted to steer it out of the city so as not to accidentally land and hit anybody innocent. Somebody from any of the few neighborhoods the Aztecas had run, that while no longer in the gangs hand were still full of civilians. He struggled still but he was coming in lower. "Shit..." He knew he had to bail but he was starting to see the treelines. He bailed and pulled the cod on his parachute. He wasn't even trying to land any particular place. He was just trying to not get killed. He saw the plan sail down faster below him into the trees smoking and on fire. He hit the trees hard and everything went black.
Later That Day
He didn't know how long he was out exactly but his right shoulder was dislocated. "Fuck...I'm getting really tired of that happening..."
He heard a harsh voice say, "I'm about tired of you..."
He looked up to see a familiar Creole with his Rifle pointed at him. "What you did to Ana...I'll never forgive you..." Neto sneered. " Hijole...esta pinche criollo Romano de nuevo?"
"What?" Asked Mark. "No, I'm the one that says WHAT. Did I hear you say you would never forgive me?"
"That's right."
"I don't want or need your forgiveness, BITCH. And I won't give any to you either. Forgivness is for Cristianos and other kinds of chavalas.I won't forgive you for Pajaro. Or any of the people in Rancho you killed."
"What about the New Arcadia Parade you had shot up?"
"I know this is a strange idea to you, but I don't actually arrange for every South Side hit that goes down in Los Santos. But I do know who did it. And it had nothing to do with you guys or your faggy parade. It had to do with one of your ward bitches going to Los Santos to try and recruit there. A mom and pops store thinking they'll steal customers from a corporation...that's a nice Rifle. Well go ahead and use it. You got me where you want me and this is the best chance you're gonna get. After all...you use whatever it takes to win, RIGHT? That's all I did with Ana."
Mark threw the Rifle aside. "Get down here..." Neto spat. "Fuck you! Come up here..." Mark began to climb up and Neto had gotten his knife out and he went to try and cut himself out but Mark was cliimbing fast. He roared with rage throwing a left hook into Neto's nose instantly. He knocked the knife away from Neto's hands and it fell down into the swamp waters. "You thought your boy went out hard?! Wit till you see what i've got for you. I AM ENDING THIS! YOU'VE CAUSED ME AND MY FAMILY ENOUGH PAIN!"
He roared. He grabbed Neto by the throat and began choking him but Neto drove a left knee into his gut. Despite Mark's wounds being more healed than they were before, he had the feeling Neto had just opened them again. Neto was bleeding from the nose as the Creole hit him again and again seeing red. Neto rammed into him with his shoulder and Mark fell back and he almost fell out of the tree but instead smacked his head hard on a branch and he managed to catch onto the branch just as he fell. Neto was still trying to get free of the paracute but he wasn't all the way cut out. Mark ame at him again as he hoisted himself up and began to crawl back to Neto's position.
Neto rammed his shoulder back into place and Neto kicked him out of the tree before Mark could get to him. Mark hit the ground hard falling at least twenty feet and he hit his head on a less thick branch on the way down. Mark weakly crawled to his feet and withdrew his own hunting knife. He threw it at Neto's chest but to his surprise he caught it. All though the blade did slice through his fingers on his right hand cutting them them. Blood dripped from his fingers as the cut was on the inside between the fingers. He grabbed the knife and cut himself he rest of the way out of the tree. He fell and tried to catch a branch but instead hit it and it broke and the fall onto the branch hurt his stomach as he fell and he fell into the water.
Mark pounced on him from the back punching him in the back of the head as Neto had so often done to him when behind him. Neto tried to defend against it with an elbow to Mark's ribs on the left side but he ignored the pain and grabbed Neto shoving him into the water attempting to drown him. Neto struggled but Mark had a firm hold on him under the water. It was dark and murky down there. He then realized that all though he had dropped Mark's knife, he had a piece of broken off branch near him. He grabbed it and stabbed backwards. Mark cried out staggering back as a piece of wood splintered inside his left elbow.
Neto came up with an upper cut from the water and caught Mark offguard and he bled from his nose and lips. Mark's mouth opened and Neto shoved him down into the water headfirst letting the New Arcadian get a gulp full of the water and as Mark tried to come up for air, Neto brought an elbow down onto his back and then body slammed him and stood on top of him in the water. Neto realized he could very easily drown him this way if he wanted to. But that would be too easy. He hel him down underwater another thirty seconds and then let him come up hacking and sputtering for air. He had given him the chance of a fair fight by not using his Rifle. He was returning the favor but he also wanted the youngest Roman to suffer.
"That was your mistake...you shouldn't have shown mercy..." Mark said with red eyes as he coughed. Neto chuckled. "Drowning you WOULD have been mercy..."
Mark tackled him with a snarl and threw a gouge at his left eye and he jabbed at his chin. The two wrestled as they got back to the shore exchanging punches. Mark kicked the broad chested Mayan in the chest and he hit the ground hard. Mark screamed and stomped on his chest with his left foot with rage. Mark growled, "This is for Victor and Miller.. for Shawna and Whitney...everybody you killed."
"I don't know any Shawwna and Whitney."
"They were BSU..." Mark said. "I didn't kill any bitches from BSU. At least not any female bitches."
"Next you'e gona deny killing Victor and Miller..." Mark said and he threw a hard right. Neto's head snapped back and he caught Mark's left as he tried to follow up. "No...that I'm proud of...they got it easy. That wasn't so much about the brutality as it was you finding them with the thought you could save them."
Neto pushed Mark back and kicked him where the branch wound was still inside of him and Mark cried out in pain as he bled out. Neto grabbebd him by the hair and punched him in the face and then drop kicked him in the spat blood and Neto punched him with another blow a left this time in the cheek. "You're just mad..." Mark said. "Because Victor...he was the kind of guy that you and Felix couldn't understand...he understands brotherhood...that doesn't have to be defined by prison or 60's politics but a similar struggle."
Neto chuckled. "Just because Ernesto is quick to call him a soldado doesn't mean I do. He's still holding back. If anybody burned the tattoos off of me...I'd have killed them. Then again, maybe you did him a favor. Removing that Bullshit. He could have had a tattoo of Liberache taking it up the ass from Freddie Mercury while sucking off David Bowie and Mick Jagger and it would still not be as gay as a BSU placa..."
Mark saw his own knife. He grabbed it as Neto lunged at him. He took several blows to the face from Neto as he came at him. He hit Mark in the face not wanting him to get hold of the blade. He hit him five times in the face. He bled and his right eye was swollen. He tackled him attempting to try and get the knife from him. He drove Neto back with his elbow on his right elbow as he fell down. He grabbed Neto as Neto rammed into him but he wasn't able to stab him. He punched Mark landing on top of him. The two men had bloody faces and they were just causing each other more damage.
Neto took blow after blow but he was too angry to feel these but he imagined he would feel them later. He kicked him in the stomach and followed up with a one two combination of punches. Mark screamed grabbing Neto by the collar and attempted to drown him again but Neto realized that he wasn't trying to do that after all. He looked and saw an alligator was coming and was trying to feed the man to it. Neto tried to break free but Mark only let him go once it was close enough.
"Your boys tried to feed one of our allies to a gator. Now let's see how you like it!" He screamed. It tried to bite him and he barely avoided its snapping jaws but he grabbed it and held it shut. Mark cackled watching from the bank as he wrestled with it. "I don't expect this to last long! Los Santos boys don't know how to deal with alligators!"
Neto knew that he couldn't try and get on its back from the front or the side. He had to jump it from the back. Neto removed his shirt and used it as a blindfold. "Come get dinner, bitch!" Neto screamed. He put the shirt over its eyes. He jumped at the alligator in a straight line for its tail and back and he stayed low leaping onto it with his hands extended forward. His hands landed at its neck between the back of its jaws and the front legs. When he landed on the animal, he began to push down with all his might on the neck to force the head to the ground.
Mark had been on his way to get his Rifle but Neto wondered if that was really what he planned because even though Mark had put up more of a fight than before, he didn't see him as the type that would just shoot him. Unless he realized that Neto was the type that he was not going to be able to take alive to torture and realized that breaking his own MO would be the only way to beat him.
But it seemed the Creole had stopped and was watching almost in awe at the Mayan wrestling the alligator. Neto knew plenty about these green sons of bitches. He knew Paul's birthday on the Mayan zodiac was that of the alligator as far as his sign. Alligators openened their mouths the same way humans do. That means the bottom jaw moves—the top doesn't. By pinning the head to the ground, he was preventing the jaws from opening.
He planted himself high on the gator's back, near the front shoulders. His knees touched the ground but squeezed the animal's flanks. The lower part of his legs were pinning the hind legs while keeping the feet from touching the ground.
Both hands were firmly on the alligator's neck, pressing down hard with his full body weight, he rotated his right hand. He kept pressing down as he slid the hand forward down the middle of the alligator's head. He covered both eyes and upon contact caused their eyes to retract into their skull thus again blinding it for the advantage. He began to press down on the eyes with all his weight. He pinned the head to the ground to prevent its jaws from opening. He then slid his other hand forward and down and run it along the bottom jaw line. He put his fingers under the gator's jaw and felt soft skin around bone. With fingers under the jaw and palm and thumb on top, he gripped firmly.
He held its jaw closed as was common knowledge about their jaw muscles but he knew it wasn't a good idea to keep holding it closed. Still keeping the head pinned to the ground, he the hand covering the eyes down until he was able to hook the lower hands held the mouth shut. "FUCK YOU!" He screamed. "The Mesozoic period is over, BITCH! Meteorites wiped our your ancestors and now you're not the apex predator anymore. I AM! The place where you bitches went down on the food chain is right where I come from!" He screamed. Mark, mesmerized by an out of towner wrestling a gator watched and laughed a bit though not loud enough for the Meso American to notice, at Neto's shit talking of the gator.
He proceeded to lift the alligator's head off the ground and towards his chest. Once the head was at close to a ninety degree angle, the gator could no longer fight pushed the alligator's head back to the slid his right hand back to cover the eyes, Pushing down with the dominant hand, he slid his other hand back along the jaw until it was pressing against the neck. He then slid his right hand back from the eyes to the neck. He was in the same position that he was in when he first jumped onto the animal.
He took his knees off the ground and got his feet under him so he was squatting on the gator's back. He kept his legs tight against the gator's body. It struggled so he had to push down again. He got his grip around the neck. In one motion, he threw the alligator as far forward as he could can while jumping back. Due to its weight and his own injuries he was only able to throw it forward six inches. This was enough. He backed away from it and it hissed at him. It began to chase him and he ran directly from it in a straight line. Eventually it tired out and retreated back to the water.
Neto was close lined by Mark, however who stood over him with a grinning face. "That was fun to watch but you didn't forget me, did ya?" He kicked Neto in the stomach and then the chest. Neto grabbed his foot and pulled him to the ground. He grabbed Mark by the forehead and slammed him face down into the ground three times. Mark drove his injured elbow into Neto's face unable to bring his other one up. He snapped his head back and Mark punched Neto in the face with a blow to the cheek and then proceeded to throw him back first against a tree and he hit his head. He charged kicking him in the stomach. Neto gasped as he was winded but his left fist snapped out punching Mark in the balls as hard as he could and he buckled.
Neto followed up with a punch to th face and a drop kick to the head. Mark fell over spitting up blood. He grabbed a handful of mud and flung it at Neto's face and temporarily blinded him and began to bombard him with blows. He hit Neto in the gut with a left and followed with a right jab to the chin, another right to the jaw, followed by a left to the left cheek a right to the nose, and a fight to the eye. "I'm gonna win this time!" He hissed.
Neto groaned coughing on the ground as blood dripped from his lip. "Yeah...it only took me falling out of a free and landing in a tree and dislocating my shoulder...I'm happy for you... but it aint over yet..."
Mark sneered. "I fell out the tree too and as for your shoulder you should be used to popping it out by now..."
He kicked Neto hard in the side and as he fell kicked him in the back. Neto caught a kick intended for his face and pulled Mark to the ground and punched him once in the mouth but Mark grabbed his fist and flung him away. He tried to pounce but Neto tried to kick him in the face as he came but Mark blocked the kick with his hands.
"You're gonna bleed...for Victor and Miller...Whitney and Shawna...Samuel...Hardcase and Jesse..."
"The same for you, puto. For Pajaro, Cheetah, Isabella, my homegirl Calaca..."
The two threw a punch at the same time and Neto hit Mark in the nose while Mark hit Neto in the mouth with a left. The two staggered back. "You and your hacking...you're not fucking with Rancho anymore...and that shit I did to Ana? That was just the start. I'm gonna peel every inch of skin off that FIB puta next while you watch. I'm gonna finish off Ana and then? i'm gonna deliver Courtney to those vatos in the 4th ward and let them finish pulling their train on her. Granted, I'll still kill them after they're done cause I gotta punish them for it but not before I let her be the next casualty."
With that, Neto chuckled. He saw the fury in Mark's eyes as he came at him. He swung wildly. Neto sidestepped him and hit him in the right ear. He saw Neto's own knife as Neto proceeded to hit him again. Mark had already fought longer than he usually did. He was not Lee and he was not Neto. He stabbed Neto in the stomach and he staggered back and before Mark could stab him again, Neto drove his knee into his stomach pinning the knife between and it fell over at their feet but Mark had bought himself an opening.
Neto grabbed Mark's knife and went to try and stab him but Mark got around him avoiding his charge and he began to choke him. Neto tried to stab Mark from behind him but Mark knocked the knife away and the two collapsed on the ground as he got him in a chokehold. "i'll fucking kill yo...you black motherfu..." Neto tried to cry out and he kicked trying to kick his way free but Mark used his own legs to pin Neto's down. Ten seconds passed as the men struggled. Then fifteen and Neto's struggling lessoned. "STAY AWAY FROM THEM! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ANA! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM ALISON! STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM COURTNEY!" He screamed in a feral voice.
Before long as twenty, and then twenty five seconds passed he realized Neto was out cold. He had been out for at least ten seconds "Hey!" He cried out. No response. Mark released the hold and Neto didn't respond. Soon forty five seconds passed and Mark growled. "OH NO! YOU DON'T GET TO DIE YET!" He began to give him CPR. He began coughing when Mark gave him mouth to mouth and Neto croaked out one word..."Gay!" Before wheezing and rolling over barely conscious. Mark dragged him to the car and began to tie him up and duct taped him.
"I got plans for you you mother fuck!" He began to drive out of there and dialed Marrick. "Hey! I need you to get a few boys from the 3rd Ward. Meet me in Central Louisiana! I've got Santa Muerte!"
"Word? Alright I'll get a few of the boys on their way right now."
"By the way did you happen to see the weather report? Is the next few days going to be hot or cold?"
"Hot, bro. Record highs for this month. Eighty tommorow, eighty five next day, and eighty nine after that. Why you ask?"
"Just wondering.." Just then, Neto puked all over his own restraints and began to choke on his own vomit. "Fuck...hold on..just meet me there..i gotta make a pit stop..."
He undid the duct tape. "Where the fuck am I...?" Demanded Neto. "What are you joking me?" Mark asked. "You're on your last ride, asshole. I'm gonna fuck you up."
Neto coughed up blood and vomit. "You'll never get the chance...that stab wound,..I don't have septic sickness but...my symptoms...you might have just ruptured my appendix. Estupido..."
Mark dialed on the phone. "Hey! I need a medic. Meet me at the clubhouse. We're gonna need surgery..."
12 Hours Later
It hurt him like a bitch to get the wood splinters out of his elbow and his face was banged up. His eye would be swollen and his jaw hurt like hell. On top of that, he had one busted rib. It had been a hard victory but a victory all the same. Neto needed surgery and he'd had to have his appendix out. He woke up and Link sneered in his face. He held up the removed appendix. "Remember that shit with my kidneys?"
Neto had woken up. "Yeah...that was one of my greatest hits...sure, i didn't really take it out but it was pretty funny watching you run around town like an idiot..." Link had a knife in hand and he loudly brought it down next to Neto's head on the table where he was resting. "You don't want to piss me off. Or I might just decide to start practicing kidney surgery myself..."
Lee and Jimmy were there too and their injuries actually somehow looked worse with the bandages on than they had when they were fresh. Lee stated, "I'm gonna kill you."
"It doesn't matter. I got somebody out there that will kill all of you. If Ernesto and me should ever die...there is another."
"How? Your boy is on death row. Or was on death row..." Mark stated. "So unless it's more Zapatistas, I don't think so."
"There is still El Culebra out there. That who you're talking about?"
Neto chuckled with a smile. Jimmy got in Neto's face. "So what ails ya, Santa Muerte? You gonna die?" Neto stared back at him and Jimmy said, "Oooh I love it when you go all silent on me!"
Mark vowed, "WE'RE going to kill him."
One Week Later
Neto was not sure where he was. Somewhere in a rural part of the state to be sure but other than that he didn't know. He had been tied down on the ground with four sticks pinned to the ground and a wrist tied to one and the other wrist tied to another and his feet were also tied to a third. He had not eaten or drank anything in three days. It didn't make sense. Why had they saved his life with a surgery removing his appendix and even giving him enough time to recover only to stafve him to death or make him die of thirst?
He looked up and thought he saw Task. He tried to call out to him. Task was holding a jug of water. He wore a black jacket over a green shirt and gray jeans his hair tied back in a ponytail and he had a Hunting Rifle strapped around him. "Yo! Shit the hell up, bro! I can't even understand you!" He looked to see that it was just a mirage. Neto's face had not taken kindly to the sun. It was one thing to have a lot of melanin which he did but to be in the sunlight like this without hydration would lead to his skin being blistered. He looked and saw that the man above him was not Task but Lee. He had muttered "Water..." Just before he realized Task was not there.
Lee nodded and took a swig from the jug of water and then poured some out in front of Neto taunting him. Mark walked up. "He dead yet?"
"Nah. Talking in his sleep all night though. Crazy shit. Like he's hallucinating."
Mark had a bag of food a spare burger. He leaned in with a smile. "That right, Neto? You losing your mind? Oh I'm sory...'Ikal' not that it's gonna matter," He gave Jimmy and Lee a burger and their fries and drink. He held one burger out in front of Neto. "Ever eaten one of these burgers before? It just opened up. Little place on the highway just outside the Natchez reservation."
Mark then smiled. "You know...you're in the painful stages of starving. And thirst. I don't envy you but trust me. When you start to feel less pain, a sense of euphoria even, you're pretty much can be rather painful and tiring at first, but after the body is used to using its own fat stores for food, it isn't uncomfortable at all. Of course, while the body is eating off its fat stores, it's also eating its own muscles, including the heart, because muscles are protein which the body needs almost as much as it needs carbs, which are stored as fat."
He then took a bite of the burger in front of Neto torturing him as Lee had. He made an orgasmic moan as he bit into the cheesburger. He then said with a mouthful of food, "Victims of starvation are often too weak to sense thirst, and therefore become dehydrated. All movements become painful due to muscle atrophy and dry, cracked skin that is caused by severe dehydration. With a weakened body, diseases are commonplace. Fungi, for example, often grow under the esophagus, making swallowing painful. Vitamin deficiency is also a common result of starvation, often leading to anemia, beriberi, pellagra, and scurvy. These diseases collectively can also cause diarrhea, skin rashes, edema, and heart failure. Individuals are often irritable and lethargic as a result."
Lee chuckled. "He'll probably die of thirst long before he dies of starvation though," He took a sip of Sprunk and made a "Ahhhh" sound. "You know I love water before a meal. When I order at a restaurant i love how they put water before the other thing you order. Normally I only get that when I diner in but today I get to do that while watching you suffer...dinner and a show. Thanks, Mark!"
"Don't mention it brother..."
The Chinese American continued. "As a person dies from dehydration, his or her mouth dries out and becomes caked or coated with thick material; lips become parched and cracked; the tongue swells and could crack; eyes recede back into their orbits; cheeks become hollow. Sometimes your nose begins to bleed even...It's commonly said that you can die within days of no water. While that does happen sometimes, it can actually take you a week or more to die from thirst! Sometimes you can go even longer, though you'll likely be unconcious. It all depends on how much you weigh, your health, and your 'll lose at least half of your body weight. If kidney failure isn't what gets you, it can sometimes be your brain. You see, with a lack of fluids, your brain will begin to shrink in your skull. As it shrinks, it will pull away from the bone around it. Sometimes, if it sticks to said bone, it will tear and rupture inside you. Now isn't that a pleasant thought?"
Mark looked down and shook his head. "His nose aint bleeding yet but his cheeks are hollow and his mouth is dried out. He's on his way. Shit we may have to juyst make a bet on if he dies of starvation or dehydration!"
"A hundred bucks says thirst," The Chinese American said. "You got the safest side of the bet but you're on..." Mark said.
Jimmy said, "Hey I want in. He might die of heat exhaustion."
Neto did have the signs of this as well. He had muscle cramps and a major headache. He vomited but all that came up was water. The three men made a "Whoa!" sound. "Well that's not good," Lee snickered. "There goes even more water!"
Jimmy leaned in and said, "You never know. It might just be the weather that does him in. Look at him. His lips are cracked. Skin blistered. You know, you're holding up a lot better under the scorching sun than me."
Neto hoarsley stated, "That's...not...saying...much...cherry...head..."
Jimmy laughed back but said, "Do you know what heat exhaustion is like? Muscle or abdominal cramps, fatigue, vomiting which you got that down..." He put his head to Neto's chest. "Faint heart beat..." He said with a grin.
Just then, Mark's cell phone rang. He stepped aside. "Shit, we gotta get somebody to come relieve us. I'm gonna call Marrick and have him send the boys I was finna meet before I realized I ruptured Neto's appendix. They'll keep watch of him just until we go handle this thing."
"What's going on, brother?" Mark told them, "I'll explain on the way."
Neto passed out. When he came to, there were four black men looking down at him. They too were eating and drinking. The first black male, unbeknowst to Neto was a man that Mark was not too fond of even though he respect Mark. He'd gotten along with him okay in school but he was racist against Caucasians. His name was Junior. He had dark skin and a shaved head and he always wore a beanie with the top cut out so his head would show through. He was really more of a friend to Marick and while he was good for a few bodies on the streets he had done some time in Sudan prison and had actually ordered more murders from behind bars than he had done on the streets.
Next was Keneniah a dark skinned muscular black male with a shaved head. He was a man of few words but was a brute on the streets and had been on the yard too. Next was Reggie. Reggie was a light skinned black male with an annoying laugh an irritating smile and acne plus acne scars. He was from the 17th ward as was Kenneniah and they were homeboys. Mark had always hated Reggie because he was always talking shit about anybody who wasn't his homie.
He was rumored to be a Baller and he did favor the color purple but in truth Reggie was too much of a punk to ever go head to head or even gun to gun in a fair fight. He had done some time for ordering Vietnamese food once and he and a friend had brutally assaulted the delivery man just for the food. Mark had always wanted to peel his shit back but he hadn't had an opportunity yet. From the 3rd ward, just like Junior on the other hand was the last man. Leroy a light skinned black male that almost looked a little bit like Chris Rock. He wasn't much of a leader and was more of a follower but was loyal and stood by his friends.
Mark was ok with him in that he was easy going enough. "You know..." Junior said. "I should wet this little punk's shit up now mane. I lost a homeboy and a motherfucking cousin last year to the shit he pulled. That ole bullshit he pulled with storming the wards? Every last one of us got a bone to pick with his ass."
"Yeah but Mark said we gotta just watch and keep him posted on his status," Leroy said. "I don't know why we gotta let him live. They paying us but they aint paying enough," Reggie said. He pulled out a Beretta from his waistband and said, "Ever since the Aztecas and Marabunta started showing up they been trouble. Not enough to be as bad as the other wards but they still fucked with my pockets. That shit aint cool."
The most muscular silent male was eating a fish sandwich in front of Neto. "So this is the famous Santa Muerte. Dude that got Los Santos shook, Mexico shook even niggas around here shook. Don't look so hard to me."
"That's cause this aint Mexico, nigga! This is the Little Difficult! Mexico aint got nothing on our city. We got choppas for fuck boys like him," Reggie bragged. He spat on Neto. "That's the only liquid you gonna get. I should piss in your mouth too. But I don't have to go."
"No...you just don't want me and your boys...to know you're hung like a tamale..." The other three blacks chuckled. "You hear that he's still strong enough to talk shit..." Reggie had a bottle of water as Lee had. He took a swig and then spitefully poured it out. "Let's see you talk that shit in a day, nigga."
4PM
He woke up after passing out. He smelled marijuana smoke and looked to see the four gang members smoking. "W..w...water..." Reggie came over with the bottle to taunt him again. "You want some water, dog?" Just then a bullet went through the plastic bottle and the water spilled to the ground. Reggie jumped back and another round hit him this time. Right through the heart. He fell forward and landed on Neto's legs. Before any of the three could do anything, Leroy was next. He took a round in his right thigh and he fell over as blood gushed rapidly from the wound. He was on his way to losing consciousness. Keneniah had a .45 which he withdrew only to take a round in the forehead which exited out of the top. Junior racked his Remington but before he could fire he took a round in the center of his chest and fell over.
"Fuck man...I don't wanna die...!" Leroy cried out. He lost consciousness within a few minutes. A Native American woman appeared holding a Hunting Rifle. She had a beige jacket on over a red and black flannel shirt. She was in her late sixties and had light brown skin almost a yellowish shade and had wrinkles in her cheeks but her hair was still mostly black with some gray in it. She had blue jeans on and a cowboy hat with Eagle feathers on the side.
"T..thank you..."
"Yeah sorry about that..." She said moving the corpse of Reggie off of him. "Yeah sorry about that. I thought he would fall backwards. Seen too many movies I guess."
"Who are you...?" He asked. "I'm Marilyn. You're on Natchez land. You're the one they call Santa Muerte."
"How do you know...who I am...? Will you untie me...? I need water..."
"You misunderstand me. I know who these men are. I've seen them moving their drugs up the highways. Tried to get what remains of our youth up here strung out...they're cowards. The kind of assholes who would sit in the middle of nowhere and watch a man die. But you? I don't know you. I know you're Mayan. You 've been here before on Natchez land and even Creek land. But you always have bad people chasing you. I'd think you were bad too but then...would a truly bad man steer a crashing plane into the swamp just so he didn't hit the city?"
"How...how...do you know about that?"
"You keep getting yourself into complicated situations don't ya?"
"Will you untie me...?"
"I got a sense you're not bad. Just get yourself into bad situations. So I thought I'd help you out. But then I thought if I set him free it might just bring more trouble. So...I decided to leave it up to the spirits."
"Marilyn...please...I need water..."
"If you have the pure heart of a righteous warrior the spirits will help you get free."
"HELP...ME...!"
"Good luck. I'm rooting for ya!" She said with a pit of a playfullness to her tone as she walked away. "No...no! Come back...!"
12:00 AM
He woke up again to the cold of night. He looked and saw none other than El Pajaro stood over him. "You said you needed help. You weren't kidding. You look like hell, carnal."
"I feel nauseous..." Neto said to the dead Azteca. "That's the dehydration. When it gets really bad you'll get muscle spasms. Your heart will start to race and your vision will get blurry. That's when you'll know you're fucked."
"It gets worse...?" The deceased Central American replied, "It can ALWAYS get worse..."
"I'm sorry...for what happened to you..." Neto said. "It hurt like hell," Replied the Central American. "But I didn't beg him for mercy. I'm laying in Davis in the morgue right now. They're waiting for you to get back. For the funeral. That's why you can't die yet...you at least owe me that much to be there. Why are you sorry?"
"I got you into a complicated situation. I got you killed."
"Elegí una vida violenta. Lo elegí mucho antes de conocerte," (I chose a violent life. I chose it long before I met you. )
He then looked down and said, "Vive con la espada, muere con la espada."
(Live by the sword, die by the sword.)
Neto chuckled. "I never thought...I would hear you quote...Aeschylus..."
"Who's Aeschylus? I read that in the bible," The Central American replied.
Neto smirked but then his smile faded. "Am I going to die...?" He asked him. The Salvadoran withdrew a .380 and Neto heard a rattlesnake hissing nearby. "Sure..." Pajaro said before firing a shot. The snake was killed instantly by the bullet. "But not today..."
He started to walk off. "Pajaro...where are you going...?" Neto asked. "You needed help. I helped..."
He walked away.
Neto managed to get his hands on the water bottle. It still had some left in it. If he could just get a drink it would help him carry on. He got it in his hand and tried to bring it towards his face but the rest spilled out next to him. He screamed in frustration.
The Next Morning...
He looked up to see a woman in a colorful serape a mix of red and pink and purple in it. "Nenetl...? Nenetl...I'm sorry..I couldn't save you..." He said. "I couldn't save anyone..." He said with despair. He knew there would be another harsh day of sun. Maybe he could have at his peak survived four days without water but he had been injured a week prior and gone through a hell of a fight and a surgery. He suspected he wouldn't last long now. He didn't even know why they had saved him just to kill him. They should have just left him dead. But they had kept him on an IV so they hadn't truly fed him.
She walked up to him and placed what looked like a Nahuatl style medicine bag in his right hand. "Para la fuerza ..." She said softly before getting up and walking away. (For strength)
Ivan
He had narrowly escaped the agents with his life and he was trying to find where Neto might be. He had been trying to the last week. Unbeknowst to Mark, he had been following and tracking the movement of his friends and had even watched Mark. He had dressed up in a disquise and passed him on the street and Mark hadn't recognized him. He'd gotten the New Arcadian accent down just by listening to people. He had even been asked what part of the coty he was from by a few people.
He found the clubhouse and he burst in. He spotted a Caucasian male who was in bandages with red hair, an Asian American and another Caucasian with as kater cut. The skater cut charged at him. "Who do you think you are..." He threw a punch but Ivan caught his arm and twisted it behind his back. Ivan put his Glock 19 to the back of his head. "Link!" Cried out the redhead. "Let him go! Who the fuck are you?"
"Pauve ti bete..." Ivan said with a sneer. (Poor little thing)
Lee withdrew his Handgun. Ivan was dressed like a trucker. His disguise was flawless. He had curly brown hair and a scraggily reddish brown beard and wore a red and blue flannel coat and a trucker cap with a Confederate flat on it. "Where the Mexican that crashed the plane?" He spoke with a Cajun New Arcadian accent. "And don't say 'who' or I swear I'ma blow this boy's brainstem outta his the front of his nose."
"He's probably dead by now..." Lee stated. "Who are you?"
"United States Marshal. Been tracking that asshole all over the country. And since when do Marshal's threaten to kill people just for not telling them what they want to hear?!" Demanded Jimmy. "Since the very beginning. Ever heard of Wyatt Earp?" Asked Ivan with a grin.
"Now you got three seconds to tell me what I want to hear..." Just then he noticed a leftover soda cup from a restaurant he didn;t recognize. "Where's this?" Link stated, "We don't know..."
Ivan said, "Ya know, I think I believe you. Fais do-do," He said before pulling the pin on a flashbang that he lobbed at Lee and Jimmy. The two men were blinded and he pistol whipped Link knocking him unconscious. He typed in the name of the restaeraunt. He couldn't believe the dumb shits hadn't thrown away all of their garbage. He looked it up on Eye Find. He began to drive out that way. It was a long drive but when he did he passed by it. He went inside to see a Natchez woman in her early 20's working the front. "Welcome to Sandy's what can I get you?"
"I actually had a question. You just opened right? This is on the highway. You get many customers in here? Mexican guy? Maybe a black dude of Creole descent? Or an Asian American? I'm with the United States Marshal service..." He showed the fake ID and badge. "Um...I'm not in any trouble am I? We just opened this place is new."
"No. You're not in trouble I just wanted to know who all has been here."
"As far as outsiders? Yeah there were some guys that came here fitting that description but they only came by once. It was just a black guy. He wasn't doing anything wroing just bought some food. Aren't you supposed to get permission to be on the rez?"
"Not when they're non Indian..." He replied. "And fugutives that puts you and people off the rez in danger. What about customers nearby? That live on the rez?"
"Well the rez is a way back the way you came this is just a highway stop, mister but there is a lady that lives out in the sticks a way from here. She's come here a few times. Always gets a Diet E Cola to go with her food. Older Natchez lady. Her name's Marilyn."
"I'm not here to arrest anybody from the rez." He promised. "Just those fugitives. Can you point me in the direction of where she lives?"
With that he made his way to her house which was indeed out in the middle of nowhere. He saw her house it was more like a cabin. He saw a bunch of survivalist gear. Whoever lived here was an outdoorsy person. She came outside with a Rifle. He aimed his Glock back at her. "Hey! I just want to talk. I wanted to know if you've seen this man..." He kept his gun hand trained on her and fished out a picture of Neto on his I Fruit. "Before I answer that question I need to know if you're the Eagle or the Osprey."
The ex KGB agent was confused. "What?"
"Marilyn I can't afford to waste any time. I know who you are. You see anything coming and going between here and the burger joint in the highway. I talked to some locals. You protect these lands from intruders. I'm not an intruder. At least not one that means you harm. I just want to get my friend. I think he's in trouble."
"You think?" The Natchez woman replied. "Tell me where he is..." He ordered. "The eagle and the osprey are not friends," She replied. "You see the osprey is good at fishing. And bald eagle, not so much. The eagle takes advantage of the osprey."
"I'm not an eagle."
"I dont know that. I know you...your name is John..."
"How?" She looked at him closely. "You might have others fooled but I see it. Newspapers many years ago. You were the son of two KGB agents. One of them assasinated a politician. And now you're here. I don't know whether you or Neto got here first. I don't know which one of you catches the fish and I don't know which one of you takes advantage but trouble has followed your friend."
"Trouble brings us here..." He replied. "Please...tell me how to find him. You live on a land that has been largely stolen. You have been marginalized. People like me and Neto want to change that. The people that took him...they want to protect the status quo even if they live outside the law. They don't want change."
"What's in it for me?" She asked. "What do you want?"
"Food, shelter, clothing," She said. "A little walking around money."
He handed her a couple of grand.
Before long they were walking off to find him. "You really shouldn't be walking around here with all that cash," She advised him. "It's dangerous around here. Just look what happened to your friend,"
"You still haven't told me what happened to him..." Ivan replied. "It'll be evident when we get there," The Natchez woman replied.
"Where is there?"
"Near where the river used to flow. Past the rock that looks like a dog," Ivan said with sarcasm, "Got it. Thanks," She told him, "The good thing about crappy land, nobody tries to take it from you. The bad thing is, people discover it's a good place to hide and to do bad things."
"Marilyn, is Neto alright?" She told him, "You tell me."
He ran forward spotting four dead bodies all of them of African American descent and a few guns laying beside them. "What the hell happened here?" He asked. "You tell me. Last time I saw him he was tied to those stakes."
"You untie him?" Asked Ivan. "No...looks like he didn't need my help..."
"He got help from the spirits!" She said as she examined the stakes. "It's clear your friend is a warrior. Unfortunately, we're eight miles from civilization and tough as he is, he didn't look like he was up for a hike," She looked at the ground and observed, "It rained about twenty minutes last night. It must have been enough to loosen the earth around the stakes."
He noticed a dead snake and wondered to himself, Did Neto shoot this thing? Ivan noticed a bunch of black birds in the sky circling an area above. "Whatcha looking at?" She asked. "Ravens..." He stated. He found Neto laying unconscious. "Marilyn! He's over here! Bring the water!" He cried out. He looked to see she was gone. "Marilyn!" Ivan removed his jacket and put it over some sticks to give some shade to Neto. He was alive but just barely.
He took the belts off the deceased gangsters and took the wooden stakes out of the ground. When he got back, Neto had woken up. "Ivan...?"
Ivan nodded. "I'm here...you're going to make it."
"I need water...I'm not even sweating anymore..."
"Marilyn had our water. I don't know what to make of her. But don't you worry. I'm going to get you back to the truck I stole..."
"You can't carry me...you're nursing a gunshot wound yourself..." Ivan responded, "You're right I can;t but I can drag you..." He began to make a wooden m,akeshift sled of the stakes and nearby sticks.
He began to drag him some of the way and then said, "Marilyn said there was some rain here last night. Maybe if we can find some shade we can find some rain that hasn't evaporated yet..." He looked under a few rocks and cried out, "Shit!" He had been bitten by a rattlesnake. "What happened?" Ivan growled, "Snake bite. It's a rattler."
Neto said something that would have been funny if they were not both at risk of dying. "I need to get you to a hospital..."
Ivan did his best to drag him but his injury made it hard. To his luck, he saw Marilyn in his truck. She pulled up. "Need a ride?"
Three Days Later
He didn't trust the city of New Arcadia or even Lincoln Parish as a safe place for Neto. He had got him to Sunbelt where he was laying low in a hospital room with an IV. Ivan had gotten his snake bite taken care of as well. He was at a motel and he got a knock at the door. A Russian male with thin blonde hair in his early thirties was there. He was a soldier of the Markovich family. He had brought some friends with him as requested. Ivan handed him a picture of Mark, Lee and even Chayton Yellowolf. He saw that there were three more Russian goons in the black Sedan. "So you know what you have to do right?"
"Yes. Find Taskmaster and kill him. Just to be on the safe side we're taking two more men with us."
"He doesn't know you're coming so you have the element of surprise. What about the rest?"
"Just to be on the safe side, we're sending ten men to deal with the rest of the BSU."
"Good," Ivan replied. "The sooner this gets done the sooner we can deal with them and get back to the business at hand. Getting my father out of American hands. I'm going to need Neto for that and I need him focused. He's too caught up in this gangster bullshit and has forgotten Uncle Sam is the problem."
"Da. It will be done."
Meanwhile
Task woke up to get some breakfast unaware that just outside was six Russian gangsters, one with an AN-94, one with an AK-107, the next was carrying an AA-12, the next carried an MP5, another carried an AR-15 and the sixth carried a Striker. The first Russian got a text of a car. There was a picture of Marcus Roman and Lee Shen in traffic about to be ambushed by a ten man hits squad.
Mai
2014
Community Outreach
They arrived at the dealership. Mai had her long hair tied in two braids and her hair was somewhat ironed in the bangs on top. She wore a black midriff top that looked like a sports bra and she wore blue jeans. With Cherry, Ulu and Mahana behind her they were ready. The door opened and Lamar said, "This is it! This is it! Big dog bout to take down some bitches!" He said rubbing his palms together. Mai flinched a little. "I mean..no offense I aint talking about you. Tha's a ..that's a fucked up metaphor, come on in here. The point is your boy LD is about to become King LD. Yeah! Old school OG, new wave big dog, sneaky mothefucker- king of the castle OG! That's who you looking at."
"And you? You one of the knights at my round table. A serious knight."
Mai raised her eyebrows. "I'm honored," She stated. She thought in her head that she was going to correct him and say that there were no female knights but then she remembered. There was a case of a clearly military order of knighthood for women. It was the order of the Hatchet in Catalonia. It was founded in 1149 by Raymond Berenger, count of Barcelona, to honor the women who fought for the defense of the town of Tortosa against a Moor attack. The dames admitted to the order received many privileges, including exemption from all taxes, and took precedence over men in public assemblies. But that was in Europe. She had a greater chance of having been a Samurai.
"Fo sho, girl. And this here? This is some mythical motherfucking shit, man. Only in this version the dragon drive a lowrider," All though there were dragons in her people's stories, there was so many inaccurate statements historically and mythically that it actually made her brain hurt. We about to peel his bitch ass for it. And you know what? He aint even no dragon. He's a bitch and we're gonna spin his beak so fast he won't even know what hit him. You feel me? Damn I should write these metaphors down. Your boy a straight poet!"
She beckoned to an autoshop worker in a dark gray uniform and sunglasses "Hey you know my boy Benny? That's my boy Benny he does the best work. Benny what's happening, pimp?"
Benny nodded back. "That boy go hard! Hey listen if you like that old school shit that real shit and not that new school plastic bullshit you know what i'm talking about that Los Santos classic shit. The most beautiful work you've ever seen. That's why he like me. Cause I'm just like that. Classical. Beautiful and as imperial as a motherfucker."
Ulu nodded. "Man, I'm kinda lyrical, dude!" He said addressing the Samoan male. "Like Ceasar! A writer and a fighter!" He imitated a boxer throwing jabs. Talking all this old school shit look the whole move relies on the fact that Ballas and the Vagos got a whole lot of OG that care way too much about flossing their lowriders than they do about paying homage and secret respect to yours truly. You feel me? So we gonna show these bitch ass niggas the error of their ways. We gonna slowly and methodically re-educate them punk motherfuckers. I mean who don't love a lowrider? We all love lowriders but er..." Mai thought to herself, Actually, I don't. I think they're gawdy as hell. Only tricked out SUV's with spinners look worse.
"Personally I love me more!" She smiled. Now that, I believe. "So with that being said we gonna confuse the fuck outta their ass and assuming that you're confused right now might mean we're on the right track. You confused?" Mai nodded. "Never been more."
"Yeah me either cuzo. I don't follow," Ulu said. "Yeah are we getting a lo-lo for ourselves or what?" Asked Mahana. "let's get moving leave the serious thinking to me. I know you can't think that fast. Years of smoking sherm has turned my brain into a pentagon computer. Check this out you're gonna need some of your friends. You know I love you but you're gonna need some of your friends. These three should do. So go on and hook that shit up. And I'm gonna be right back don't you go changing on me. Don't you do that shit."
He came back. "Damn man what's cracking ya'll? Man you know I love ya'll right? I'm so glad you could make it. Hey check this out. Is you down? Speak now or forever hold your peace cause you be acting like a buster sometimes..." He said looking at Mai and she could only presume he meant because she hadn't been around the hood as often as when she first came to the city. "It's time, man. Time to right some wrongs and to change history! Two of ya'll gonna go out in ya Vagos shit and you gonna spray some of them Ballas," He said looking at Mai and Cherry. He then addressed Ulu and Mahana. "And the two of ya'll gonna go out in your Ballas shit and chip some Vagos today! It's crackin! And you know we about to kick off some pretty major beef in the city right now and you know I love beef nigga I'm a beefaterian I love that shit."
Mahana smiled. "Us too. CHEE HO!"
Ulu chuckled. "Hey, I'm down for that bredda. Always looking to blast some V Hole sewer rats. Just too bad it aint a set closer to my hood."
"And after this shitis all said and done after all the mayhem there's gonna be one nigga stepping on all the asses on the tid' that's gonna be the tall handsome motherfucker by the name of me! All moving gang! Watch what I say. Hey come here let me show you what hot ass whips I got for ya'll. Ya'll be smoking fools in luxury they aint had nothing like this for us when we was coming up. Now check it out. You two, ya'll gonna get on your Ballas tip and go find some Vagos and smoke the asses in this Chino right here..." He said directing them to a purple lowrider. There was a Chican with a black t shirt and a white cap and light brown skin a nd goatee. "Yeah boy look at that fly motherfucker right there that's all engine. You could smoke some fools and get on. Handle your business."
"I'm driving!" Declared Mahana with a grin on her face. "Fuck that the tallest motherfuckas get the drivers seat!" The Polynesian woman rolled her eyes as she sit her bubble butt down in the drivers seat ignoring him saying, "Naw stupid that's to ride up front and you are riding shotgun."
"Whatever, but I'm driving this motherfucker back I call that shit."
"I can live with that."
Lamar turned to Mai. "And you two. I want you on your Vagos tip right..and go straight down to Covenant Avenue in this Buccaneer right here this motherfucker right here got plenty of getup. Smoke them fools and get gone. I'm loving this shit, man! Lamar's Revolution leadership with a friendly face. I kinda feel like a gang banging ass cult leader, like Jim Jones minus the fruit punch. Kill them fools, my children. Handle that shit."
They began to drive off. Mai rolled her eyes as they got into the lowrider and said, "Also minus the following and the money and the influence."
As they took okk she was not thrilled that he was reaching them on the head set either. "Hey it's your boy LD tickling your ear I'm gonna ride with you now go on hop in the ride,"
"You saw us getting in the car when we left you idiot," She said. "And it's not like you're actually riding with us as in participating but then either gang would probably know it was you. They'd know Lamar is too dumb to pull this off but then think he's smart enough to actually get away with it. You're not as dumb as everybody thinks you are but you're not as smart as you think you are either. Then again maybe it's best you do stay there. You'd get the four of us killed."
"Damn, Mai why you gotta be hating on the homie, Lamar like that?" Asked Ulu. "Yeah, LD's an OG!" Chimed in Mahana. "Yeah you do go kinda hard on him siometimes, Dragon..." Stated Cherry. "Christ, not you too..." Grumbled Mai. "Jesus maybe he really is a gang banging cult leader. But as much as the Da Nang Boyz and Sons Of Polynesia respect him the rest of his set wouldn't respect you."
"Hey don't start with that..." Cherry protested. "We may not all identify ads Families in our hood some don't like that but put up with it anyway but at the same time, they do respect us inside even if we're different from them just cause we got heart. We started off as enemies and became their friends. Shouldn't that be what it's about? They tried to punk us in the Beach just like the V Ho's but when they saw we weren't punks we got respect but the V Ho's keep trying us they never let old beefs die."
"Yeah but Lamar's from Chamberlain Hills! I know for a fact that the Sons have no love for them. They call them Gapingmen Wanksters for crying out loud. I overheard some Azteca saying it and everybody calls that set that but I almost died of laughter. It's like you gang bangers cme up with some creative and funny disses for your enemies but I swear a lot of them are stupid too."
"Girl, I heard all that why you gotta hurt a nigga feelings?" Lamar said. "Talk like that is not gonna land you on the throne at my side as the queen of OG's. You might just get demoted for that."
Mai snickered. "Oh no, Lamar! What am I ever going to do? How will I make it through the week? I might just have to kill myself because I won't be queen of the round table."
"One, you never did tell me if LD was any good..." Cherry whispered. "Cause I've wondered..." She then said, "And I don't know why you're always so mean to him. You're a nice enough homegirl usually respectful to us but you're mean as fuck to him. Are you low key rac..." She didn't get to finish the sentence as Lamar interrupted.
He addressed the rest. "The Vagos gonna see thtat ride and think it's the Ballas and the Ballas gonna see that ride and think it's the Vagos. It's a simple plan but not so simple any of ya;'l dumb asses could have came up with it."
She heard the sounds of shock from her, as well as Ulu and Mahana on their end. "THAT is why I'm mean to him. He's an idiot and he doesn't want to be insulted but he insults us. If this was Mark my friend I was dealing with, I'd be just fine and we'd get along fine he actually has a brain."
"Isn'yt that that Baller dude you were telling me about?" Cherry said. "Fuck that!" Mai shrugged. "Your choice. You can act like I'm a bitch cause I don't worship the ground Davis walks on but you close your minds off to other opportunities yourself. You talk about OG's that 's a real OG and he's not loud about what he did."
"Then why didn't you fuck him?" Asked Mahana and Mai hoped Lamar didn't hear that but felt her face flush warm that they knew her business when she hadn't even said nothing which means he had. They pulled up seeing the two Ballas in a Tahoma and Mai pulled up alongside. Cherry had her Glock 18 set to fully automatic and she lit them up with eighteen rounds striking the passenger in the back of the head first and then the driver who she hit in the face with six rounds on the rihht side as Mai rolled past.
Meanwhile, Ulu leaned out the driver window as they pulled up to projects in Rancho. There was at least six of them standing in the parking lot. "Covenant for life motherfucker!" He yelled as he stuck his AK-74 out the window. He struck the first Vago a man in overalls over a blue shirt with a shaved head and a yellow bandanna hitting him in the back and the kidneys on both sides. He then hit the next, a light brown skinned Vaga with bleached blonde hair and a nose ring on the right side with ten in the stomach and she fell over slumping against a blue Peyote. The next was a cholo with a crew cut with almond colored skin in a yellow and white varsity jacket returning fire with a beretta but was no match for the 7.62 rounds coming his way as they tore open his neck and the thighs in both of his legs.
The fourth Vago was in his early thirties and had been lighting a cigarette but the cigarette and his lips were hit as he fell over in the street writhing in agony. The last was a youngster in his late teens wearing a yellow plaid shirt, beige khaki shorts knee high socks and a Pounders hat on backwards. He fell over with three in his side.
"The other ese's is in Jamestown! They gonna book when the see you so get ready to chase they asses down!" Ulu chuckled. "We just dumped on some fuckin scraps from a hood we don't even know or got beef with."
"Don't matter, they're still South Side. They'd kill us if they could," Mahana said. "I know,. I'm saying it's nice. Like going to a diner eating some bomb ass grub and then dashing without paying for the shit. That's what it reminds me of."
"Fool, everything's about food with your ass."
They pulled up to the liquor store on the corner not far from Jamestown street and Ulu sprayed out the window striking down four more Vagos. They heard a woman screaming across the street taking off in fear. Mahana sprayed a Mac-10 out the window as well and caught two more Vagos the first, a Guetemalan bald male of about five foot five with golden brown skin and a goatee she struck in the back of the head and blew out chunks of his brains through his left ear as he fell forward as additional rounds struck him in the back. The second was Native American of Chumash descent with a black haired crew cut brown almond shaped eyes and brown skin. He was hit with six rounds in the spine which showed through the hole in his yellow jersey as he lay twitching on the ground.
Meanwhile, Mai and Cherry pulled through the strip mall in the neighborhood where several Ballas male and female were hanging out. Mai brought her Uzi out and she began spraying out the window in a drive-by and Cherry emptied her 32 round mag. Cherry struck a male Baller first with short dread locks wearing a Boars shirt that was white and purple and baggy blue jeans. The first three struck his left knee cap, the next five hit him in the stomach and the next one after that shot his nipple off. The next she hit was a skinny black male in skinny jeans and a purple snapback hat and a white and purple striped shirt. She hit him with six rounds in the solar plexus.
He fell over coughing up blood. Mai hit a dark skinned black female in a purple blouse with dreads wearing a violet bandanna around her neck and blue jeans striking her in the face chopping away a piece of her left cheek bone and the next three hit her in the nose replacing what had been her nose with a geyser of dark red blood spraying all over her friends.
A shotgun was fired frm a Baller who got out of a purple Cavalcade and it shattered the window of the Chino and Mai took some of the pellets in the chest but she was otherwise okay and Mai yelled, "That hurt! And this car was starting to grow on me!" She fired out the window striking the Baller who held a Mossberg in the waist sending the last of the magazine raking across his waist line a belt made of bullets and bloody holes.
Lamar then indicated to both groups to regroup at the Big House Storage Lot. "So ya'll know how we thought we go after the Ballas in a Vagos ride and go after the Vagos in a Ballas ride and they was gonna like beef and shit? Uh it turns out these motherfuckers actually gonna sit down like grown ups. Fuckin assholes, man! This shit aint good for us or my leadership goals! Get up[ to the meet in the parking lot and stop them from conversating! Clap all the Ballas all the Vagos clap everybody or we're all dead."
Mai put the radio to Los Santos Rock Radio and the song Find Another Fool by Quaterflash played.
They arrived at the house in decent time. Mai and Cherry began to slowly drive the Chino in while Ulu and Mahana strapped up in the parking lot with Mahana taking an M4. They started to fire on the groups of Ballas and Vagos. Mai had reloaded her Uzi and Chery reloaded as well. They began to drive through firing and spraying. Mai downed three Vagos and three Ballas in her first go and Cherry hit three Vagos and one Baller.
From their spot on the street, Mahana hit two Vagos while Ulu hit three Ballas with the AK. Ulu spotted a Vago making his way to the trunk of an orange low rider with the truck popped. He wasted no time firing a burst at the man, a Vago in a Pounders jersey with a yellow cap on. "32nd, street motherfucker! Betta recognize!" He screamed.
Mahana was picking her rounds more carefully. She hit a Vaga in the back as she was trying to get to cover and she fired striking a female Baller wearing a purple Panics jersey that had been cut in half to be a midriff top and who wore blue jeans shorts and a dark red bandanna. She hit her in the legs, the left shin and the right thigh and then in the stomach right in her belly piercing sending it inside her. She fired another burst finishing the crawling Vaga as well. "Fuck a slob and a scrap!" Screamed Ulu as he had to reload.
Mai saw two Ballas ducked down behind a purple Felon and two Vagos behind a yellow Tornado. She pulled the pin on a frag and tossed it out the window. It landed between the two cars and exploded obliterating all four gang members.
"Get those rides off the streets!" Lamar advised and the teams began to make their way back to Benny's. As Mai tore up the road she was suddenly rammed by a Purple Patriot and a Baller inside with cornrows sprayed an Uzi at their spinning lowrider. She tried to get her shit under control but two rounds did hit her shooting arm. "FUCK!" She cried. Cherry took her Uzi and let the Baller have it with a burst of rounds in the face and watched as his lips came acpart from the rounds that hit him ripping both lips up.
"You okay?" She asked Mai. "I'm a bit whip lashed but otherwise yeah...you know another reason I hate lowriders...?" She asked after Cherry shot the driver of the Patriot. "No. Why?"
"No fucking airbags in older models."
Cherry joked. "You're such a soccer mom. A milf waiting to happen."
"No, bitch, I'm a cougar single and proud."
They laughed and took off. Meanwhile, Mahana and Ulu were being tailed. Mahana covered them but she took a few rounds in the right side from the Vagos trying to shoot them. "Fucking wannabe Families putos! Get off the tintos nutsack!" Screamed one of the Vagos. She fired back striking the man who said it in the right eye. "Ride or die!" Lamar said in their ear. "Like literally yall got to ride or you gonna die!"
They turned into Strawberry as several rounds from a Vago car hit the purple lowrider but they pulled off not daring to cross into Strawberry themselves. "Ha! Fucking pussies! Talking about nutsacks and they don't even got enough balls to come to Families hood!"
"You all good my niggas! All thanks to your handsome benevolent king Lamar!"
They pulled the cars up. "What's happening moving gang? Whoo thos some beautiful cars!" Lamar greeted. "Man what kinda fools gonna go out and pull some murders in cars like that? Fools that know they working for the next big man. Frank and G gonna be laughing like a motherfucker when they find out this high intense gangsta shit we done kicked off. We out here gang banging like it's '91 niggas getting laid down left and right, streets covered with blood and in the end the only one that's surviving is the lying sneaky motherfucker and guess what? I plan on being that lying sneaky motherfucker. That's leadership! I'm like a gang bang guru teaching you essentials to laying niggas down. You feel me? Eh now go get you some rest, man. And when you finished laying down why don't you get you a nice outfit for my coronation cause we going places people. Hey go in there and check out that boy Benny. The boy's a magician!"
Packie
2009
Losing Your Appeal
Kiki woke him up the next morning. "Packie wake up!" He did. "What's up?" He asked groggily. "I'm up..."
"Did you know yourt brother just shanked one of my ex's?"
He was more awake. "What are you talking about?"
"Your brother just stabbed my client and my ex Tremaine. They're going to charge him with attempted murder. Do you realize that?! I put myself on the line for you and your brother. I trusted you! We even did what we did to Niko. You fucked me over! Did you know?!"
"What the fuck...no I didn't know where is all this coming from?"
"Your psychpathic brother stabbed my ex, Tremaine! He's in critical condion. Stabbed twenty six times and they say he and a member of the Vanguard did it!"
Packie was awake now hearing this. He knew that was who was looking after his brother inside but there had to be more to it than that. "That doesn't make any sense. Did he say why?"
"Does it fucking matter why?! I defend people that are innocent all the time. People that get a raw deal by the system only Gerry actually is guilty! My parents were right maybe I shouldn't represent people like you. Tremaine was a sweet man but your whole family...ugh! I should have known you all were rotten. The way your brother Francis is..."
"Hey, fuck you, Kiki! You don't know anything about m family. Frankie is a fuckin traitor and let's get something else straight, princess. Do you have a problem with Gerry stabbing him cause hes a client or an ex? Did you ever think maybe you're not a good lawyer? Maybe you're just a slut with a thing for bad boys. Maybe that's why you spread your legs for them. Hell maybe you'd have let Gerry in your slit if you could only let's just say you're not his type!" She slapped him across the face. "Get out!" She grabbed his clothes and sjoved him into the hall. "Get your shit and get out! Lose my fucking number!" She tossed his clothes out and he growled, "Shit!" As he grabbed them and tried to get dressed. She sobbed on the other side of the door.
He got a text from Gordon stating that they needed to go and deal with Phil Bell. He sighed. He also had a text from Dwayne about a problem he needed help with. He had to decide who he should go and help first.
That;s it for this chapter I didn't update as much as I wanted I wanted to show more of what was going on with Paul but this was actually a Paul free chapter but next chapter i'll show his deal with the Triads plus what he's up to in Canada in 2015 now that he's escaped prison.
I didnt get to show as much of Packie either buit it will lead to another chapter and i leave it up to you guys. Should Packie do a job for Gordon or Dwayne? If it's with Gordon it will as you know be dealing with Phil Bell. If it's with Dwayne Packie will be handling some fallout involving Cherise from GTA IV that has a bit to do with some of what Niko did in that game and Packie would be helping Dwayne with it as a favor. But it will also kinda be gang related too.
As for the fight between Neto and Mark it was a long time coming and Mark won this one. Mark's style is to try and end it before it's too long which means Mark understands one of the rules of the art of war a rule he follows probably better than any other. Which is protracted war leads to disaster. So in this case Neto was doing what he does before bodying him but in this case Mark didn't beat him by brute force but rather by seeing an opening and taking it. He put him in a choke hold and temporarily "Killed" him in the same way that Neto temporarily killed him with the drug overdose.
As far as Mark and Lee and co. trying to starve Neto out, that is based on a scene from Longmire as is the scene with Marilyn. Who is visually inspired by Tantoo Cardinal her character of the same name only in Longmire Marilyn is a Crow while in this she is Natchez.
Oh and him strangling him and then bringing him back to life and yelling stay away from the women he cares about is based on when Omar strangled Wolfgang Cutler in Oz and then brought him back to life. Neto didn't actually mean that about Courtney either he just said that to get under his skin.
The line about Aeschylus is also from Longmire except the spirit that Lou Diamond Phillip's character is talking to says that he heard it in a Lil Wayne song. Which i guess is supposed to be funny but come on. Even if you don't know Aeschylus was before Jesus and therefore the bible probably plagiarized it the likelihood of you hearing live and die by the sword before the bible is silly even if you're not Christian.
As far as the body of the snake actually being there well that just shows that wasn't a hallucination. The medicine bag was really in his hand too. If anybody knows the way Native spiritual encounters sometimes go, basically sometimes you end up getting shot if it's by a vengeful spirit so our spirits can manifest in the physical world in a physical way. Sometimes with guns other times with arrows.
As for the set up ambush let's just say Neto would not be ok with Ivan sending men after Task but Ivan did recon and figured out that he;'s an ally of Mark so Ivan took that upon himself and he also sent men after Lee and Mark so how those shootouts turn out I leave up to Mark obviously both instances will be taken by surprise but it can be brief enough since it's not as many men as all those gangs that ambushed New Arcadia.
As for the four Ward gangsters that were hired by Mark to watch over Neto while he had to deal with something (What i leave up to Zilla it doesnt even have to be big i just needed a reason for them to not be around and for those men to be shot) Reggie is visually based on Reggie Rawls from Oz, Junior is visually based on Pierce from Oz Leroy on Leroy Tidd and Kenenia well you can guess. And since they were low rate goons quickly shot anyway i just based their personality on the guys they're based on from oz and while mark is not my oc, who he would or would not get along with out of them. Also me showing Task as a mirage is a reference to the fact that in Longmire Eddie Spears is one of the actors that is one of the members of the Native American gang Native American Brotherhood (Which is a real gang i might add in the prisn systems) who was torturing Lou Diamond Phillips with the water.
The next chapter should be up soon enough this was a pretty medium length chapter. I'd consider it short if it was 12,000 or less hell even less than 15,000 but 15,000 is medium to me and then anything 20,000 and above would be long in my opinion. But everybody's view on what is long or short differs.
Anyway that's all for now.