Yolo 2: A Beautiful Death

by Sa'id Salaam

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  Jason spent the last few hours of his life getting his tiny apartment tidy for his date. It would be the first time he had a girl over. A real girl that is since ‘Suzie the Fluzie’ was deflated and tucked away. After vacuuming, dusting, and cleaning the kitchen, he jacked off to Yolo’s pictures once more. That was so he could last if he actually got lucky.

  He wasn’t the only one masturbating. Yolo was so excited about the impending murder that it made her wet. She squished into her room to relieve herself for the first time in a long time. She barely played with her love button before an orgasm shook her body.

  “Fuck! Damn it man!” she fussed at the climax. It took the edge off, but now she really wanted to kill something. Good thing Jason came into her life and offered his in sacrifice.

  “Let’s see...Eenie, meenie, miney…mo!” she sang childishly as she selected a murder weapon from her collection of murder weapons.

  A little .22 caliber revolver got the call. She picked it so she could shoot him quite a few times before he checked out on her. The larger guns were one shot, one kill, and what fun is that?

  “And just where are you going all gussied up?” Marquita inquired when Yolo came out looking cute.

  “I’m not…gussied,” she giggled at the old timey compliment. Actually, she looked pretty in the knee length skirt and sandals, even with the baby bump in the middle.

  “Well at least I don’t have to worry about you getting pregnant,” she cackled and cracked up at her own joke.

  “Ha ha,” Yolo said and leaned in to kiss her fleshy cheek.

  A wide smile adorned the nurse’s face as she watched the girl leave.

  Meanwhile Jason was pacing like a caged lion as he waited for his date. He contemplated jacking off once more, making it the fourth of the day. Sounds excessive to you and me, but his personal record was 13; with his nasty ass. If he scored, he planned to brag far and wide. Most of his pervert friends didn’t get much real pussy. Real pussy as opposed to hands and latex dolls that they referred to as pussy. The pictures of Yolo he’d uploaded earlier had made him the man.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” he cheered when his doorbell rang. He pumped his fist, spun in a circle, and this time hit a backflip. He actually felt lightheaded when he pulled the door open and saw the pretty girl standing there. He took a deep breath and inhaled her girly smell.

  “I sure hope you know how to eat pussy,” she announced as she barged in past him. She marched over to the sofa and sat down. He blinked rapidly as she leaned back and pulled off her moist panties.

  “I, I, I,” Jason stuttered as he forgot all the words he ever knew.

  “I, I, I hope t, t, that’s a y, y, yes,” Yolo teased. “Get over here!”

  Jason closed the door and meekly complied. He came over and knelt before her vagina as if it was an altar. It wasn’t, but it was nice and pretty so he leaned in and kissed it. Eating pussy is pretty much self-explanatory. He tuned into her hisses and moans and let them be his guide. When he twirled his tongue inside of her that was all she wrote. She tried to fight off the orgasm, which only made it worse. She came so hard the sofa moved.

  “Fuck! You can eat some pussy!” she proclaimed. Jason just clamped down on her juice box and sucked it dry.

  “So, how’d I do?” he asked eagerly with his face soaked with that good gravy. He figured it went well but he wanted to hear it again.

  “You did great,” she said patting him on his head like a puppy. “It was so good I almost hate to do this.”

  “Do what?” he asked curiously, as she dug into her purse. He didn’t like the answer when she pulled the gun out and fired into his cheek.

  The impact of the bullet knocked him back onto the table. He had no idea why she shot him, but now wasn’t the time to ask. He rolled off the table and tried to make a run for it. He didn’t make it far when a shot to his calf dropped him.

  “Man that feels good! I haven’t shot anyone in months,” Yolo proclaimed as she stood and shot him again, again, and again, and then once more. The shots to his face and neck were all fatal.

  By the time, the six shots were spent, so was he. His soul seeped out of one of the many holes she plugged in him. She stepped over his dead body and removed all traces of her ever being there.

  Curiosity got the best of her so she went through his phone. She didn’t find any pictures of his dick but recognized her vagina right off. She saw where it was uploaded and took a look.

  “Not bad,” she nodded at all the likes and comments her box got. On a whim, she took a picture of Jason and loaded that.

  The caption read, “Hot Date!”

  Chapter 3

  The murder and sex only served to frustrate the goofy girl even more. She wanted to see her Killa and decided to do just that. Dressed comfortably in sneakers and sweats she packed a sniper rifle and set off to the Bronx. She had no idea if she would see him or not, but would settle for a shot at shooting at his girlfriend.

  The lovely little lunatic literally packed a lunch since she intended to wait on a sighting. A fresh fruit salad for the baby and a turkey on rye for herself.

  She got set up on a nearby rooftop and watched the projects through the scope of the high-powered rifle. It was the visual comings and goings of life in the projects. Boys played ball and slang dope while girls played coy while slinging ass. Pretty boring until a familiar face ambled by.

  “Is that the fuckin’ guy? Nah, can’t be,” she said when Doc appeared. Killa was supposed to have killed him twice over so no way he was still alive. Not after all the trouble, he got him into. “It is! It is that fucking guy!”

  It sure was that fucking guy. Doc had already lost his mind but kidnapping Killa’s grandmother was just fucking stupid. The project dwellers had long ago learned to leave the white people the hell alone. Fucking with them brought heat and nobody got time for that.

  “What are you up to?” Yolo wondered aloud when he entered Killa’s grandmother’s building.

  She got her answer a few minutes later when he came out with Grandma in tow. Yolo had held enough people at gunpoint to recognize the look on her face. She really got in her feelings when she saw the DC 2000 around her neck.

  “Hey! Where’d you get that?” she moaned even though she couldn’t be heard from her perch. Typical girl shit, mad because she wasn’t the only one with the latest fashion in murder.

  She had to shake it off quick if she wanted to keep up. Yolo packed her rifle into its case and rushed downstairs. Doc and Grandma had just pulled off when she reached the lobby. He had a good head start but she managed to catch them on the 159th Street Bridge heading over to Harlem.

  They zig-zagged all over Manhattan then over to Queens. When they finally reached their destination, Yolo pulled her phone out.

  Killa returned from his grandmother’s apartment in a daze. Seeing his childhood friend with his head on crooked added insult to injury. Sincerity was on the verge of tears from the look of horror on his face.

  “Bae, what?” she pleaded. “What happened?”

  “Yolo took my grandmother,” he assumed. He too figured Doc was dead so it had to be her. “That crazy bitch is going to kill her!”

  “That’s it! I’m going to kill her myself!” Sincerity vowed. “Only I’m not going to fuck her first! I’ma make sure she dead! I’ma…what are you doing?”

  “Really?” he asked in response to the silly question. His stuffing clothes in a suitcase could only be one thing. “Packing. You and the boys are going to South America until this is over. I can’t concentrate on her and worrying about you guys!”

  Sincerity opened her mouth to protest until he shot her a glance that shut her mouth. That didn’t mean she was going to listen, she just wasn’t going to speak. Not then anyway. The girl was as dangerous as she was hardheaded. She sucked her teeth and helped pack clothes for the boys. Time paused when the Black Mob phone rang.

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  “Hey boss, she’s using the phone,
” the tech told Big Rock when Yolo made a call. “She’s calling him!”

  “Trace it!” Rock yelled.

  He wanted to be the one to kill them so he could keep the bounty for himself. Not to mention the awe that came along with killing the two most dangerous people on Earth.

  “Shit, they’re scrambled. Both of the phones are…” he began to explain but stopped when Rock shot him.

  “Find me a new technician! I won’t take no for an answer!” he demanded.

  “You got it boss!” Bull said and jumped right on it. He didn’t want to get shot too. Neither did the new tech so he traced both phones.

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  “Answer it!” Sincerity reminded Killa as he watched it ring. He snapped out of it and a mask of murder spread across his face.

  “Where…is…she?” Killa demanded in a low growl that made the windows rattle. Yolo completely forgot what she was about to say when she heard it.

  “Damn you got a sexy voice,” she gushed feeling her maternity panties getting wet. “Where’s who?”

  “My grandmother, that’s who!”

  “Oh yeah, her,” Yolo giggled then got serious. Halfway anyway. “I didn’t take her but I know where she’s at. I know you won’t believe me so come see for yourself.”

  “Where?” he demanded and listened dubiously. He twisted his lips not sure what to think. This was the lunatic who killed his kid. He knew he couldn’t trust her.

  “Well, you believe her?” Sincerity questioned after he relayed the information. When he opened his mouth to answer the satellite phone began playing a vintage Biggie Smalls’ song.

  “Hello? Grandma?” Killa said eagerly upon answering.

  “JFK. Gate 10,” Diedra recited as if reading from a script. The line went dead immediately after she finished.

  “She was telling the truth, but…if she didn’t take her who did?” he wondered perplexed.

  “Why the airport? That doesn’t make no sense,” Sincerity frowned.

  “Makes perfect sense. I can’t bring a gun pass check in. Shit I can’t bring a pair of fingernail clippers!”

  “You better shave your chin too, before they think you’re a Muslim and tackle your ass!” She reminded him.

  She didn’t want him to have to go through what they put you know who through.

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  Yolo had the same dilemma when she followed Doc and Diedra to the gate. No way was she making it inside with a pistol in her purse. Doc was white and had no problem getting past security. Even with a DC 2000 around his hostage’s neck. The TSA agent was too busy harassing a Muslim family to notice. Even went through the baby’s diaper. All they found was baby shit.

  Yolo had no intention of being unarmed and had to think quickly. She rushed back to the truck to see what she could use as a weapon. A wicked smile spread on her pretty face when an old lady rolled by in her wheelchair. The chair, the wig, and the oxygen tank were perfect.

  “Excuse me ma’am,” Yolo sang so sweetly you would think she was perfectly sane. Nothing could be further from the truth.

  “Yes dear?” she replied just as sweetly and pulled her lips back to show off her new dentures.

  “I’m gonna need your wig, wheelchair, oxygen tank, and your dress. Please.”

  The old lady chuckle at what she assumed was a joke. It wasn’t. She found out rather quickly when Yolo wrapped the tubing from the tank around her neck and strangled her. Old girl put up a fight but lost. She kicked, squirmed, and struggled to no avail.

  Yolo pulled her from the chair and stripped her to her old lady undergarments. She rolled the woman under her own care and donned her clothing. She had a disguise but still needed a weapon of some sort.

  “Ah ha!” she exclaimed seeing the long knitting needles and yarn in her purse. She broke the sharp tip off and stuffed it up into the oxygen tank tubing. Once she turned the pressure up, she had a makeshift gun.

  ****

  “Think, think, think,” Killa ordered himself as he walked through the terminal. His eyes scanned everything he passed for a weapon. If worse came to worse, he would roll a newspaper tightly and use it as a club.

  By the eighth terminal, he still hadn’t found a weapon. By the ninth, he stopped by a newspaper stand. When he reached Gate 10 there was his grandmother, and to his surprise, Doc.

  “Why won’t anyone stay dead?” he asked painfully. The last time he saw his old friend he was in the room with a bloodthirsty killer.

  “Well, Chief Flores stayed dead,” he replied proudly. “And if you take another step, I’ll hit the switch, and it’s off with her head.”

  Killa saw the DC 2000 on his grandmother’s neck and froze. He sank into a chair directly across from them and once more tried to figure out why there were there. Nothing came, so he asked.

  “Then what? You just walk away? You kill her and I beat you to death right here,” he vowed.

  “You can try. It’ll be an epic fight to the death! Two of America’s most wanted killers fighting to the death in the middle of JFK airport!” Doc rambled like a madman.

  “We…” Killa began until his train of thought was interrupted by an old woman rolling up in the aisle behind Doc’s chair. Even in disguise, he recognized the Lovely Little Lunatic. The silly girl popped in the dead woman’s dentures and smiled brightly. “What the fuck is going on here?”

  Yolo looked straight ahead, as she rolled behind the babbling doctor. She turned the pressure to the max on the oxygen tank. Once she was directly behind him, she released the needle.

  “What’s going on here is…” Doc began until death told him to hush. The knitting needle entered the base of his skull and turned out the lights. He was going to stay dead this time.

  “Bastard!” Diedra cursed and pulled the deadly device from her neck. As soon as she tossed it down, the bootleg model snapped shut. She rubbed her neck realizing just how close she came to losing her head.

  “Even Steven? I saved your grandma. I was gonna kill her once but she wasn’t home. So…anyway, we good?” Yolo asked with her crazy ass. She murdered his son so how could they ever be cool.

  “Even Ste…not even close you psycho bitch!” he replied through clenched teeth. “I’m going to kill you the first chance I get.”

  “What about our baby?” she pouted, giggled, and pouted again. “Either way it’ll be a beautiful death.”

  She cast a long loving glance at him while he stuck up his middle finger at her.

  “Baby!” Diedra shrieked as the crazy girl in old lady clothes rolled away. “Boy, tell me you ain’t got that girl pregnant!”

  “Huh?” Killa said like he did when he was five. His grandmother knew the tone and shook her head as he led her away.

  Chapter 4

  “Where are we going?” Diedra demanded when Killa drove the wrong way to go to the Bronx. She turned and watched the sign for the Throgs Neck Bridge as they drove by it.

  “We, nowhere. You, Sincerity, and the boys, South America. Not debatable,” he barked.

  Grandma poked her lip out but kept quiet. A storm was coming and he knew it.

  ****

  “Team One, ready,” a gunman announced into his walkie-talkie. He wasn’t really a gunman per se since he was toting a grenade launcher.

  “Team Two, ready,” announced a voice in Long Island.

  Big Rock smiled broadly and took a moment to bask in his impending victory. The new tech traced both Killa and Yolo’s phones back to their homes. It was easy with the old tech lying dead at his feet.

  “See what happens when you go against the mob?” Rock gloated. “Three, two, one…fire!”

  Marquita had just walked to the large plate glass window to investigate the tinted out car that was parked out front. She pulled her glasses to her eyes to be sure she saw what she was seeing.

  The grenade launcher made a ‘poof’ sound as it spit the high explosive projectile at her. It crashed through the glass and slammed into her chest. The round lifted her off her feet
and carried her halfway across the room before exploding. The blast disintegrated the woman and demolished the house.

  “The fuck is that?” Raheem asked when Team One pulled out his grenade launcher.

  The man replied by shooting him and three more kids in the courtyard. He then aimed at Diedra’s window and sent the explosive projectile inside. He reloaded and turned to Sincerity’s building. Another ‘poof’ blew that apartment up as well.

  Killa arrived minutes after they drove away.

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  “What now?” Killa frowned when he arrived at the chaotic scene. He saw the dead kids and destroyed apartments and became enraged. Knowing it had to be Yolo, he pulled out the Black Mob phone. “Crazy bitch!”

  “Huh?” Yolo asked when she arrived at her blown up house. When she saw Marquita’s car still in the driveway she knew she was gone. She too pulled her phone out in a rage. That had to be Killa’s work.

  ****

  “Boss! Both lines are active now! They’re calling each other!” the technician yelled. To everyone’s surprise, both targets survived the attacks.

  “Hello?” both Killa and Yolo questioned when they heard a man’s laughter on the line before they got a chance to even dial.

  “I thought it was good-bye. I see I missed…this time,” Rock chuckled dryly. “Won’t miss next time.”

  “I, I, is th, th, this, B, B, Big Ro, Ro, Rock?” Yolo teased. She remembered how shook he was when she had to fly down and murder the Menendez brothers for him. “M, m, musta bought some b, b, balls online.”

  ****

  “Who the fuck was that?” Killa asked when Rock sucked his teeth and hung up.

  “The same person who tracked our phones. Dump them and meet me where we just left,” she said urgently.

  Killa was a killer so he recognized what he was up against. Whoever found him had to know an old lady and small children lived in the blown up apartments. That spoke extreme violence, a language Killa was fluent in. Yolo did too, plus she was crazy.