Chapter 4: New Orleans, The Land Of Dreams

I threw the lead pipe threw a wall, out of anger with myself. As soon as the nurse ducked an officer came at me with a knight-stick. He bashed me over the head once or twice. I felt blood running down my head. I went to a knee. The weapon was brought down at me one more time. This time I was ready. I grabbed it out of instinct and stood up. I kicked him into a wall and held onto the stick. While it was in my hands I ran at him and hit him. I hit him hard enough to make him pass out. I tossed the weapon and ran out of the little hospital. I was woozy from the uncomfortable information. I found sanctuary in a baptist church about 2 miles down the road. I sat in the back pew and cried for the first time since my father died. This was easily the worst day of my life. I just wish I had a gun so I could end this pain.

I must have spent 3 hours in the church grieving for my now lost lover. Suddenly, I was joined by a man wearing all black. He said his name was Brother David McGovney. I half heartedly said hello to him. He put his hand on my shoulder and said that whatever I was feeling could be helped with praise. I scoffed at him and hung my head. He patted me on the back and proceeded to say that the littlest sign of faith can bring the greatest of good. I looked at him for a minute and then he smiled and walked off before I could ask him anything. I stood up realizing he was right. I looked at him and nodded and he gave a nod back. I ran out of the building and knew that if I had enough faith that I would be rewarded with revenge. Maybe that wasn't the message he was trying to get across, but what I understood was to get what you want you have to give your dedication to get it.

I walked into the main part of New Orleans looking for a weapons shop. If I was to get my revenge I would need supplies. I found a store called, Eddies house of Power, I walked into it and found a counter with a burly looking man behind it. The shelf behind him was covered in swords and guns. The counter was see through and had mini shelves in it. I looked and it had knives and taser's. He looked at me, spit into a cup and then he started his clerk like questions.

"How may I help you, sir?"

"I am looking for a weapon that can be good in hand to hand combat, but won't necessarily kill them if I just need to stun them."

"Well normally what I would recommend would be knife, but you don't want deadly force. So what I'm gonna recommend you get is a billy club or a knight-stick."

"Well that would be good, but do you have any black smithing skills or know anyone that does?"

"You want a specialty weapon. Well I don't personally have any expertise in the type of junk, but you might try Lisa's knife shop. When you get there ask for crazy Mike. She will take you to a dark room and you can ask him. Oh, and be careful he could decide to kill you. He was in Vietnam and hasn't been right since."

"Thank you greatly, sir."

I walked out of the shop and walked down the street, far into the slums. I saw houses that were boarded up and people still living in them. I came to the store and knocked on the wooden door. A women opened it and brought me in, in a courteous manor. She closed and locked the door. She stood about 5' 5" and she was thin. She had beautiful features. This was the kind of woman you wanted to spend the rest of your life with at first glance.

"Hello, ma'am. Might I ask if 'crazy' Mike is around?"

"Did Ed tell you to say it like that? Well yeah he is in, but for your sake don't call him that. He might strangle you with your intestines."

"Can I talk to him about making a weapon for me?"

"Sure, follow me."

We walked into a small room that I was sure would be decaying. Instead I was surprised to find a very up to date weapons making shop. Plenty of technology on the walls and a nice work area. Tools neatly placed on a wall and in three toolboxes. She told me not to touch anything and to not be rude. She strolled out and I was left standing there. He came in and sat at his little work area. He finally noticed me and spun around on his work stool.

"What can you trouble me for mister?"

"Oh, um my name is Remy."

"You got a last name or an alias at least." I didn't want to give him to much information that he could use against me later. So I used the one name that could come to mind.

"My alias is Gambit, sir."

"That's very original, did you think that up all on your own?" He was spreading sarcasm like it was the flu.

"I didn't ask for the smart ass comments"

"What did you say, boy!"

He launch out of his chair and tackled me. I was struggling as he put me in a choke hold. I did the only thing I could. I brought my knee up into his chest and he fell back. I took control of the situation and mimicked the choke hold. He was the one who was struggling to breathe now. I let off and helped him to his feet.

"That was good action soldier, now that I know what kind of man you are, let's make that weapon."