The street lights had not been repaired by the power company, due to them being constantly shot out. King checked his clip, as he approached the house. He could see someone slumped on the front steps. He ran over to the body, and saw his man holding his stomach and moaning.
“Ah fuck, Strap! Shit.” King said kneeling beside him. “Shit man where you hit?”
Strap coughed and tried to pull himself up.
“Nah man, stay still. Who the fuck did this?” King said, holding Strap. King heard a gurgling sound come from Strap as he took a deep breath. He placed his ear close to Strap’s lips.
Strap took another breath as he exhaled and whispered a name to King. “R-Red.” After uttering the name, his head dropped to the left.
“Shit, Strap, come on man, you going to be aight, stay with me, brah.” King said, shaking his friend, but the light had left his eyes.
King wanted to scream, but he knew he needed to get inside to survey the full damage. He closed his friend’s eyes, and stood. He walked inside the small house, the screen door screeched as he opened it. The only light shone in the kitchen. King kept his gun raised as he rounded the corner of the room. As he approached the door of the kitchen, he could almost smell the blood in the air. Chris, Lil T and Monster lay on the old cracked floor, with bullets to the back of the head, and blood pooling around them.
“Fuck… Fuck!” King said as he scanned the room for any sign of his money or drugs. Nothing was there; all of it was gone. He didn’t really care about the money, as his eyes fell on his fallen friends. He whispered a prayer to the God of his grandmother for their souls. The prayer of the thugs. King stood and backed out of the kitchen. He paused as the body of one of his closest friends laid on the steps.
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