by Mesha Mesh
When I walked in the store it smelled of stale cigars and incents. The cashier sat behind the register and eyed everyone who came in as if he thought they were going to steal. I walked over to the ice machine to get some ice and that’s when I saw her.
“Damn!” she whispered.
She probably thought I didn’t hear her but with me being me, I heard her. I slowly walked over to her and spoke,
“Hello beautiful, my name is Legend.
“Hello Legend, I am Trutice,” she said.
“I think you are beautiful and would like to know if it will be okay to if I could take you out sometimes,” I said
She blushed then batted her eyes at me then said, “I think I may can arrange that.”
“Where is your phone? I will give you my number and you call me whenever you are ready.”
She handed the phone over to me and I programmed my number in it then handed it back. She looked down at the number for a few moments as if she was programming it in her mind. I smiled at her because I liked that. She pressed talk then my phone rang in my pocket.
She said, “Now you have my number as well so neither one of us have a reason to be strangers.”
I smiled again so hard that I know she could see all of my pearly whites and said, “I like how you move beautiful.”
I grabbed her hand, placed a soft kiss on the back of it and walked off.
“Hello, may I have a box of cigars?” I asked.
“Sure sir, do you need anything else?” the cashier asked in return.
“No that will be all.”
The cashier looked around me then bent down to whisper, “I’ve seen that one around before and she never speaks to the guys who hit on her. That one is a great catch so treat her right.”
“I will do that,” I said while smiling.
I laid a hundred dollar bill on the counter and said, “That’s enough for both of our items. Give her what she wants and you keep the change,” then I walked out.
When I reached the outside of the store it was a few dudes standing at the end of the building eyeballing my car kind of hard. I smiled on the inside because I had a feeling that these fools thought that they may have had an easy lick. Little did they know was Dark was idling inside just waiting for a chance to appear. I nodded my head to them in recognition as I turned my back on them and unlocked the door. I knew they were coming. I could feel it plus I could see the three walk up through the glass. I turned around to face them with blood red eyes. There was no need to grab my four five off of my hip because I knew they were scared. I can see it in their eyes. I wonder do they know the devil when they see him. Obviously not!
“What’s up, you youngsters look like y’all want some trouble,” I said.
The ring leader stepped up and said, “Nah, we don’t want no trouble but we do want your car so if trouble come with it then it is what it is.”
My eyes turned a dark black and I could feel myself leaving. A few moments later I started laughing uncontrollably and said, “You fuck boys have ten seconds to save your lives so don’t let it go to waste.”
The ring leader said, “I’m ready to die.”
With that Dark appeared. I grabbed the young dude by his throat crushing his windpipe and kicked the youngster to my right in the knee. The youngster to my left wasted no time to pull the gun from his waist and point it at me. Right when I got ready to move towards him I saw him drop to the ground. I stood over him then kicked him in the chest. His body rolled over to the side and that’s when I noticed that he had a knife sticking out of his head.
“What the hell?” I said. I looked around and noticed that no one was out so I rushed back in the store with guns drawn and pointed straight at the cashier.
“Where is the tape?” I said.
The cashier raised his hands to shield his face and asked, “What tape are you talking about sir?”
“The surveillance tape. If you give me the tape I will let you live.” I said.
“The tape is in the back. Please don’t shoot me!” he said.
“Lead me there and you will live but if you bullshit me then you die tonight,” I said.
The cashier slowly came from behind the register and led me to the back. The hall was dim and dusty and looked like it had not been cleaned in years. He stopped at a door to the right and there were several monitors that surveyed each part of the store. I had the cashier hand me all the tapes and told him to walk slowly towards the front. I wasn’t playing any games with him and he knew it. When the cashier got near the entrance I let one off in the back of his head. No witnesses!
Chapter 3
Roe
That’s exactly what that nigga Bray deserved. I knew I never liked that nigga from the moment I first saw him. It was something in his eyes that told me he was nothing but trouble. I told Legend to watch him after he gave me the lock. His body language changed right after his position was switched. I knew it would only be a moment before he finally tried something. I wanted to kill that nigga immediately after Legend stepped to me about what he said.
When Legend approached me it wasn’t to accuse or question me. It was to tell me to watch my back. Legend is like my big brother and has always treated me with loyalty and respect. There is no way that I would ever betray him. My mom left me for dead in a dumpster when I was born. Legend’s uncle Biggs found me and raised me as if I was his own. He didn’t ask for a thing from my mom or anyone else. I am his son and no one or nothing can come between that.
When I turned sixteen Biggs sat me down and spoke with me man to man about how he found me. He said he knew who my parents were because he used to sell heroin to them back in the gap. When he found out my mom was pregnant he stopped selling to her and threatened to kill the dope boys in the neighborhood so they wouldn’t sell to her either. The day after she had me she went to Biggs trap to buy drugs and that’s when he knew that I was the baby that she had carried.
I asked Biggs why did he keep me and he said he couldn’t stand to give me up to the state. Biggs said that he never wants any child to experience what he went through so he chose to love me as his own. He told me who my parents were and said he knew where my mother and father lived. I chose to keep that chapter of my life closed and continue to give my loyalty and love to them.
The only thing my parents were good for is a connection to my people back in Port- au-Prince, Haiti. My dad was supposed to come here and set up shop which he did for a minute until he met my mom and she got him hooked on heroin. When I first saw my mom I knew that she was her. Even with her being skin and bone she still was a very beautiful Latina woman. I didn’t say anything to her because I was pissed with the fact that she threw me away like that.
My dad on the other hand, when I saw him I whooped his ass and told him who I was. He took the whooping like a man and when he was through he gave me the number to get in contact with my grandfather. He said that I should use it because I may be able to do the one thing he couldn’t then he walked away without looking back. When I got home I told Biggs about it and he told me to call. I spoke with my grandfather for a couple of hours and he booked a flight for me to come out. Ever since that day that I went out to see him I have been the connection between Haiti’s high grade weed and America.
I wanted to kill Bray myself but Legend said that he didn’t want me to have to carry that burden with me for the rest of my life. He is really tripping because I have at least eight bodies under my belt already. I got my first kill when I was in high school and have been murking niggas since then. The problem with these niggas is that they think because I’m what they call a pretty boy that it’s something soft about me.
I’m five feet ten inches tall and I work out daily. I have my hair trimmed low so that you can see my natural curls but it’s tapered on the side. I have two golds on my bottom fangs and I stay in all the freshest gear. They probably thought that I hustled but all Biggs wanted me to do was go to school. Looking at me they underestimated me because
my swag stayed on one hundred. Don’t let the pretty shit fool you though, I will get on your ass in a heartbeat. My first body found out the hard way.
“Yo Roe!” Demarcus said as he walked to me in the hallway.
It was my second day at Lincoln High school and I wasn’t trying to get in anymore trouble. My hopes were to get into a good college and join in on one of the families business. All those niggas are smart so there is no way that I was going to be left behind.
“What’s up my nigga?” I said.
“My nigga I told you a long time ago to stay away from Princess,” he said.
“First things first homeboy, I’m tryna get my education on so now is not the time to be stepping to me about no bitch. Secondly that hoe dick sucking skills is trash so you can keep that thot,” I said.
Swoosh, I felt the wind from him swinging at me but he was too slow. His swings were a bad combination of big, slow and soft. I blocked each of his hits and bounced around him a few times before I threw a quick left and right jab which landed right on his nose and chin, dropping him instantly. Pop, pop I got hit in the back of the head. Next thing I know I am getting attacked from all angles. I didn’t know exactly who everyone was that jumped me but I knew it was those niggas from Dixon.
My homeboys from BonTon saw what was happening and did not hesitate to jump on in. It went from a one on one fight to a big hood brawl. As I began to stomp Byron who was laying beneath my feet, Demarcus hit me with a gun on the side of my head. He then pointed it right between my eyes and said, “Nigga this the last time I’m gone warn you, the next time you are dead.”
I looked him right in the eyes like a man and told him to pull the trigger. I am not afraid to die. We stood there staring at each other then I heard someone say he got a gun and that’s when everybody took off running in different directions. I ran straight for the front door and jumped in my ride. That fool had another thing coming if he thought I was going to let that shit ride.
I went home and put some ice on my head and took a nap so that I could be well rested for what I was about to do. I knew that Demarcus was a block hugger so I was going to wait until the wee hours of the morning to get him. I woke up around one and grabbed my tools from off the top of the closet. I snuck to the garage and grabbed my dad’s BMW K1200 S motorcycle. Tonight I needed something fast because I needed to make it from Lewisville to Dixon and back before my dad noticed it was gone.
I placed the silencer that he had built for the muffler on and placed my tools on the compartment under the seat. I loved this bike. It was all black everything and had all types of extra contraptions built on it in case he needed to body someone. I put on my dad’s all black leather suit and helmet then I opened the garage and let the bike roll back into the street before I crunk it up. The night air was cool yet humid and I was still sweating like I had run a marathon. My heart beat with anticipation and my hands shook from nervousness but there was no way that I was going to back out now.
It had taken a little less than thirty minutes to make it to the south. I was on a mission and those niggas had me fucked up. I made a right on Dixon Ave. from Scyene Rd. and slowly cruised the block. I didn’t see Demarcus standing out at the corner store where he usually sold his dope. I made a left and rode down Barber Ave. but I didn’t see anyone. I turned around and headed back towards Dixon since that was a dead end street. I got back on Dixon, rode it for a block, and then made a left on Bourquin St.
As I was riding along I spotted the piece of shit Monte Carlo that Demarcus owned. I slowly crept on by as if I belonged there. I rode past his car and made a U-turn at the end of the block. I rode up on the side of the vehicle again and noticed that his head was leaned back on the headrest and his eyes were closed. In his lap I saw some matted hair bobbing up and down. I couldn’t believe this fool was getting his dick sucked by a crack head. I tapped the window to get his attention and he sat up to roll the window down.
“Say nigga don’t you see I’m busy?” he said.
“Nah, but I see you’re dead,” I said.
Pow, pow, pow, I shot him in the head three times. His head exploded like a watermelon and bits of brain fragments dripped on the crack head. She tried to sit up and scream but I put one shot to the head and silenced her then sped off headed towards the house.
My heart was beating a million miles per minute all the way to the house. I wasn’t nervous about me catching my first body but I was afraid of being caught by the police or Biggs. I probably was more afraid of Biggs than the police because there is no telling what he is capable of when he is mad. When it comes to the police though, I know exactly what I did and the consequences of my actions so if I got caught then I would take my time like a man. No excuses, no tears, no regrets. Fuck that nigga! No one will get to pull a pistol on me and live to tell about it.
There was no turning back and no slowing down. I think I could have made the Guinness Book of World Records because I made it home in under twenty minutes. I admired the way the bike had me feeling like I was flying as I whipped in and out of lanes at top speed. I could hear the leather flapping and feel the power of the wind as the cool air slipped through the seams of the protective gear. Man, it was as if the speed I was going and my heartbeat were at the same pace because when I turned on my street and started to slow, my heartbeat slowed as well.
Once I made about three houses down from my home I killed the engine and hopped off the bike. I tried to remain as quiet as I could as I pushed the bike in the garage. I was tiptoeing around trying to make sure everything was replaced exactly as it was. I slowly opened the door with my heart thumping so hard that I could hear it beat. I held my breath and didn’t turn on any lights so it wouldn’t raise any suspicions. I was only a few feet from my room and had almost made it but I guess I wasn’t quiet enough because when I walked past the kitchen Biggs called me in to talk. My stomach hit the floor and a queasy feeling built up in the pit of my stomach. Busted!
He knew exactly what I had done without me saying a word. He said he could read my body language because a killer knows a killer. He wasted no time to ask any questions.
Biggs first question was, “Where is the weapon?”
“What weapon are you talking about?” I replied while looking him directly in his eyes.
With my shoulders squared, chest out, I accepted his challenge. I was no dummy. I knew what he was doing.
Biggs shook his head and made a grunting noise before he spoke, “The one you just used to snatch someone’s soul.”
“I am not a soul snatcher that is only for God,” I replied.
He smiled brightly and said, “Well okay, I want to know did you play God tonight?”
“Nope, but I did go get some pussy though,” was the first thing I could think to say so I spit it out. Now I knew that he didn’t think that I was just going to flat out tell him what I had done. That gun was thrown deep within the Lake Lewisville but I will never tell anyone where it was. The only thing as bad as being a snitch is telling on yourself and that wasn’t going to happen.
He turned around to head back to his room but spoke over his shoulder, “I hope you got rid of that weapon and nobody saw you.”
I only nodded my head in acknowledgment as I made my way to my room as well. From that day forward our bond grew and we had a special connection that only he and I would share. Biggs saw the potential in me so he started sending me to different people that he knew to would train me for combat. That was the day I began snatching souls and I have been snatching souls ever since. What Legend doesn’t know won’t hurt him but he will learn one day that a nigga will die messing with me.
Chapter 4
Legend
What the hell happened back there I don’t know. One minute I’m handling the youngsters then the next thing I know one of them is dead. I pride myself in my handy work but there is no way that I would have killed one of them in broad daylight. What happened was on my mind heavy so I completely forgot about the park and heade
d to my house in Rockwall. Soon as I got to the gate I punched in the numbers and the gate slid open with a loud buzzing noise that lets me know that it is okay to pass through.
I made sure to park my car in the back in case someone remembers it. I entered my home through the kitchen and sat at the table to think things through for a minute. My mind was going a million miles per minute trying to figure out who could have possibly killed the young one. I grabbed a Corona out the fridge and called my bro. The phone only rung once before he picked up.
“Yo, Infamous I need you to slide by the house in Rockwall bro; it’s important!” I let out all in one breath.
“I got you fam, are you okay?” Infamous replied full of concern.
“Yea, I’m good but get here as soon as possible. I got something I need to holler at you about and I can’t speak about it on the phone,” I said through deep breaths.
“I’m on my way,” was all he said before the line clicked.
I sat at the table to collect my thoughts then I remembered the tapes that I took from the cashier at the store. I ran outside as quickly as I could to grab the tapes from the car. It has to be something on there. Once I got back in my home I ran to the theatre room to look at them. It feels like it took me forever to reach the back where the room is located. My home is a six bedroom, four bathroom mini mansion that’s equipped with a workout room, game room, sauna, theatre room and huge pool in the back. I bought this house in hopes that one day I will have a wife to fill it up with children but for now it’s only me.
The theatre room is one of my favorites. I can sit in here and relax all day; it has two rows of theatre seats and each row equips four people. There’s a huge projector screen that completely covers the farthest wall to the back. To the right there is a concession stand for when I want snacks. One click and I can have a bucket of popcorn or whatever else I desire in minutes. To the left I have a fully stocked bar for when I want to kick back with a drink and relax. This room is for pure entertainment purposes but right now is not that time.