Spot Rushers

by Brandon McCalla

  “Bye, bye, Rayne!” Sabrina shouted.

  A gun was fired.

  It echoed throughout the house.

  Sabrina’s legs went jelly on her. She fell to her knees.

  The gun went off again.

  Pebbles crawled all the way to the middle of the living room and grabbed the gun Sabrina had kicked away from Rayne. She slowly crawled into the kitchen holding the gun and clutching a nasty wound on the side of her abdomen. The wound was not fatal but it felt like it was. Regardless of the pain Pebbles aimed and shot off two.

  Sabrina dropped both guns and fell head first to the ground. Both bullets hit her. One went in her stomach, the other her chest.

  The planets were aligned.

  “Pebbles…!” Rayne screamed in surprise. “I thought you were dead.”

  “So did I,” Pebbles said weakly. She was crawling on her hands and knees. She turned her body over so that she could be on her back. The gun dropped from feeble fingers. “Call an ambulance.”

  “Please call an ambulance,” Steve Stunner said in pain.

  “I should just leave you here to rot,” Rayne said after she’d yanked the other knife from his hand. “I ain’t though. It’s over, right Steve?”

  “I just wanna be left alone,” Steve said. “I don’t even know who you are. I don’t know who that bitch was either.” He said referring to Sabrina.

  “It don’t matter,” Rayne said. “We ain’t know who we were. I know who I am now. I’m a soon to be mother. If nothing else, I’m that bitch.”

  Pebbles managed to rise to a sitting position. “Bitch, fuck all of that philosophical stuff; help me up.” She pleaded.

  Rayne left Steve and walked over to Pebbles. She wasn’t worried about Stunner. He didn’t seem to be in any condition to do anything but bleed. Sabrina had shot him in the gut and impaled each of his hands with a knife. Rayne helped Pebbles up. Her wound looked really bad. Rayne went for the cell phone inside her pocket. Pebbles staggered right over to Sabrina’s body.

  “Call an ambulance and then call the morgue.” She said after taking a better look at Sabrina. “That bitch was crazy.” Pebbles bent to get a better look.

  Sabrina popped up holding a pistol. She grabbed Pebbles by the collar.

  Rayne turned around just as she went into her pocket to take out her phone. She had a knife inside that same pocket. It was a very small knife but it was sharp and the blade was thick instead of long. Rayne tossed the knife. She threw it more on instinct than anything else. The gun still went off. The knife entered Sabrina’s forehead. The gun fell. Sabrina breathed in her last breath. She didn’t get a chance to exhale. Sabrina tumbled to the floor. She was holding Pebbles. Pebbles went right down with her.

  “Get this bitch off of me.” Pebbles yelled after a while.

  “I’m gonna call an ambulance,” Rayne said sounding subdued. She tapped 911 with shaky fingers.

  “Please help me…” she said once the operator came on. “Two people are severely injured and two are dead.” Rayne looked at Steve Stunner.

  “What’s the address here?” She asked.

  Steve Stunner was looking at the only other person living besides the one who just asked for the address and himself. She looked vaguely familiar. He had lost so much blood, and was still losing more. He heard more than one person mentioned the name Dora Dean. He remembered her. He’d killed her in this place that used to be one of his crack dens. He was forced to abandon it.

  Steve was rushed to the hospital and some intensive medical procedures were done on him. He started remembering it all. There was a time he’d hit a man over the head with a bat then caught him again in the kitchen. He executed dude by putting two bullets in the back of his head. He would later find out it was Dora Dean wearing a ski mask. It was so bizarre. Someone called him a day before the incident and told him to be prepared for something.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Steve said to the person on the phone and then he asked, “Be prepared for what?”

  The person hung up the phone. To be on the safe side, Stunner warned his people to be on the lookout. His cautious reaction saved him from being killed that day. Stunner was tired of putting his life on the line. He was lying on the hospital bed with thoughts to stop hustling. Selling drugs was too dangerous.

  Now here’s a word about the Gangstress Collection from the author, Brandon McCalla.

  The Gangstress Collection is a five book collection of novellas that focus on strong, intelligent and daring female lead characters. They find themselves in very dangerously threatening and often enough sexually, electrifying situations.

  This series is for those readers who are tired of the same old street fiction books with the same premise and chain of events. The Gangstress Collection is here to shock, humor, at times entice but above all entertain you. All the books are like snow flakes meaning no two are alike.

  Don’t expect the same thing!

  UNO

  Bambi and Mink were inside the stolen sedan. They were crouched low in the backseats. They were there for close to 24 hours. Mink had to take a piss. Bambi told her to stop whining about her bladder and to hold it in till their task was complete.

  Mink knew how to drive. Bambi was shocked. Mink wasn’t lying. As soon as they stepped out HC headquarters and got inside the stolen sedan, she went under the steering wheel, rubbed two loose wires together. That started the car. She gave Bambi a little smile and drove.

  “Where are we going?” She asked.

  “We’re going to Sky Jacker territory.” Bambi told her. “We gonna park across the street from the barber shop. Then we’re gonna get in the back of the car, watch them and wait.”

  That’s exactly what they did.

  Mink thought Bambi was crazy. Her plan didn’t seem like a plan at all but it was a brilliant one. Bambi’s mother once told her of how she and Reece had got the drop on a person by parking, hiding and waiting. “It’s all about looking around real good and patience.” Bambi told her. They were looking at the people across the street. Some were going, coming and hanging around the front of the shop. “If we keep looking we’ll see which one we can run up on.”

  “Whose gonna do the shooting?” Mink asked with nervousness.

  Both girls never killed a person. Both girls weren’t anxious to do it. They really wanted to be apart of Homicide Central. They were gonna body a Sky Jacker regardless of how nervous and scared they were.

  “I’m gonna do the shooting and you’re gonna do the driving.” Bambi told her partner with spunk. “I don’t know how to drive.”

  Mink was glad to hear she didn’t have to do the killing. She reached inside a coat pocket, pulled out the revolver and handed it to Bambi.

  “You ever shot a gun.” She asked.

  “Yup, my mother took me to the roof top one day and let me shoot her gun. I shot off every bullet in it.” Bambi boasted. What she said didn’t reassure Mink. Still, it seemed like the best plan. It was the only plan they had. At least Bambi shot a gun off before. The first time Mink seen a gun up close was yesterday. She took the gun from Burner quick but she was as scared as hell. She was scared as soon as she saw the thing.

  While they were in the back of the sedan peeking out the window, they saw many things.

  The barber shop never closed.

  The gate went down the front of the building at night but the lights inside the shop were always on. People wearing sky blue clothing or bandanas around their heads or covering their faces were going in and out at all hours. It was a meeting place for the Sky Jackers.

  Sometimes females would post up on the corner smoking cigarettes. They would wait outside till a dude walked out and then walk away with him. Bambi knew most if not all of those females were Sky Jacker girls. Sky Jacker girls were known for being hoes.

  “Who we gonna murder?” Mink asked her the next morning.

  It was the dead of winter and freezing outside. They had to keep the engine off. It was colder inside the car than it
was outside. They wanted to get things done and over with but they wanted to find an easy person to get the drop on.

  “You tell me.” Bambi replied.

  Mink had seen so many people around the barber shop. One person in particular seemed like the easiest person to murder. He looked young, possibly their age and he wore Sky Jacker colors. He hadn’t a jacket which meant he wasn’t an elite member of the gang. It didn’t matter. He had on a coat that was as blue as the sky and they saw him do the Sky Jacker handshake with someone. Both girls knew the guy was official. He’d been initiated in. Only an initiated gang member was allowed to do the handshake. He was affiliated with the Sky Jackers, killing him would make them members of HC.

  They saw the dude more than they saw anybody else. Mink figured he was some sort of messenger or he was dealing dope. The Sky Jackers main source of income was heroin.

  The guy seemed like the easiest person to get. He was always alone and they watched him walk three blocks down every time he came and left. Three blocks down was a project development. A project development infested with Sky Jackers. They were in the heart of Brownsville. Bambi knew once she rolled up on the dude and pulled the trigger anything was libel to happen. It wasn’t going to stop her from doing the murder. Both girls were naively confident. They were filled with street lust, gangstress ideals and dreams.

  They waited.

  Another 4 or 5 hours passed them by. The day grudgingly turned into night. The guy once again walked inside the barber shop. He walked out the shop an hour later.

  Bambi nudged Mink.

  Mink crawled to the driver’s seat and started the car. She kept her body low. She made sure it would be hard to see her head and pulled out of the parking spot. Mink was a tall girl for 15 years old. She stood at 5 feet 7 already and was still growing.

  No one paid the car any attention. Bambi saw every one in front of the barber shop. They were being about their business. Their mark was walking down the block. He was heading towards the projects.

  Mink began driving in that direction.

  All Bambi saw was the expression on Sky Blue’s face. She pulled the trigger and popped two bullets in him. She couldn’t believe it. She shot him, shot him twice.

  Mink was so excited. They had done what they set out to do. She was driving the stolen sedan back to HC headquarters.

  A police car whizzed past them. Mink saw the officer in the passenger side. He was looking. She wasn’t sure what he thought. No sirens went off and the car didn’t U turn in pursuit. Mink was only 15 but she was tall for her age. She looked older than she was. From a distance she looked like a grown woman.

  “We did it.” She told Bambi. “We in, we HC, we hood soldiers.”

  “He was nice looking.” Bambi uttered. “He started crying and reaching…”

  Bambi wasn’t sure if she killed him. All she knew was two bullets went in his stomach.

  Mink drove at a slow pace, drove till he walked into the projects. She brought the car to a halt. Initially they wanted to pop from out the window, drive-by style. Bambi couldn’t pull the trigger. Mink didn’t fault her or call her a sucker or pussy. Mink was as scared as hell. She knew she wouldn’t have gathered the nerve to pull the trigger either.

  “I’m gonna follow him.” Bambi told her.

  Mink didn’t say a word. She saw her girl tuck the 32 inside a coat pocket. Then she was out the car and walking behind dude.

  He walked casually thought the projects. A few people were out and about. It was a dingy, dangerous development, swarming with Sky Jackers. Every person the dude encountered gave him the gang’s hand gesture or shake. People were giving him a lot of respect. Bambi didn’t understand. Everyone who was anybody in HC wore their jackets in their hood and this guy wasn’t wearing one. Each gang did things in a different way.

  No one gave Bambi more than a second glance. She was wearing all blue. Not sky blue, not Sky Jacker colors but a lot of people were wearing any sort of blue out of respect for the Jackers. She fit in well, looked like a typical hood rat.

  The guy went straight thorough the courtyard to a building. He had the keys to the door. Bambi was so lost in thought she bumped into him.

  She was nervous.

  She didn’t want to get as close as she did but if the door closed she might not have been able to get inside. He turned, gave her narrow eyes. Bambi got a good look at his face. He was one of the cutest guys she had ever seen.

  He smiled at her. She smiled back out of nervousness.

  He smiled because she was attractive. Bambi knew she was good looking. She was the spitting image of her mother. She had the eyes of a fawn and the fullest lips. She had an Egyptians nose and the healthiest hair.

  “Pardon me.” Bambi uttered with a cracked voice.

  She didn’t know what else to say.

  “Ladies first,” he told her.

  Bambi walked into the building.

  The door closed.

  She dared not turn around to see what he was doing. She knew he was behind her. She pressed the button for the elevator. She figured he was waiting for the elevator.

  The elevator came.

  The elevator opened.

  Two dudes and a woman walked out.

  The woman quickly rushed out of the building. That told Bambi much.

  Bambi gasped.

  Both dudes were Sky Jackers.

  It was a miracle no one paid enough attention to look at her face. Her face was filled with fear.

  “What is the deal Sky Blue?” One of the dudes asked him.

  “Nothing Black Hawk,” He worded. “I’m tired.”

  “Get some sleep baby bro. We got big business tomorrow.”

  Bambi heard the name Black Hawk being mentioned before. She wasn’t sure where she heard it or who he was but she knew he was important. The guy she was about to murder was Sky Blue. She thought the name fit him well. It was a cute name and he was a cute guy. He was a guy she was about to kill. She saw both dudes eye her. As she was walking into the elevator she turned and saw one of them looking back. He was probably trying to get a look at her butt. Bambi wasn’t sure. She was so nervous.

  The elevator door closed.

  “What floor?” Sky Blue asked her.

  The sound of his voice made her jump. She didn’t know how many floors the building had. She gathered her wits and looked at the buttons.

  “10.” She told him.

  “That’s my floor.” He said, sounding a bit suspicious. “Who are you going to see?”

  “Maybe you,” She sassed.

  He laughed. His laughter was short lived.

  “I never saw you around here before. Who do you know? How old are you?”

  She was so scared. He was asking a lot of questions. He looked so young but he wasn’t young. Bambi figured he was at least 20 if not older. His eyes told her he liked the way her face looked. Bambi was beautiful but he was suspicious. He never seen her around and wanted to know why.

  A hand was in a coat pocket. She had a few fingers nervously tickling the handle of the revolver. All she had to do was pull the gun out and pull the trigger. He was so close she wouldn’t have to aim the gun.

  “Who do you know around here, girl?” He asked her again.

  He gave her a more definitive look.

  “Take that hand out of your pocket.” He instructed.

  Bambi pulled the gun out along with her hand.

  His eyes got wide.

  The elevator beeped…

  It reached the 8th floor. By the time it reached 9 she had pulled the trigger twice. By the time the door opened on the 10th floor, Sky Blue was on the floor in the middle of a pool of blood. One bullet went in and out his stomach. The other went in the same area but stayed in his gut.

  She wasn’t sure if he was dead or not. She ran out the elevator and went to the staircase. She ran down 10 flights.

  A few people were downstairs in the lobby.

  She kept running till she was out the building.<
br />
  She didn’t look at anyone.

  Mink had the engine running.

  People were outside. Bambi didn’t pay them any notice. Anyone could have reached out and grabbed her. She was looking ahead. She wasn’t sure if she was holding the gun or if she dropped it. She wasn’t about to think about anything but Mink and the getaway car.

  Mink reached over and opened the passenger side door. When Bambi shut the door Mink peeled out.

  “Did you do it?” Mink questioned. She had butterflies in her stomach.

  “I shot him twice.”

  “Damn,” Mink exasperated. “Double damn!”

  Bambi looked down at her hand. Her fingers were still clutching the revolver; her coat was covered with blood. She put the smoking gun inside her coat pocket but couldn’t take her fingers from around the handle. It was glued to her hand.

  “I think you killed him. All that blood on you.” Mink whispered.

  Bambi started crying. “So do I,” She sobbed. “I think I killed him.”

  They parked around the corner from headquarters. After that, they walked to the door. Bambi was as silent as a mouse.

  Mink banged on the front door.

  Pretty Thug opened the door. He peeked outside, looked around the hood. He saw a few HC soldiers around. It was December 15th. It was cold outside. Snow started coming down in a flurry.

  “You two,” He worded with a frown. “What are you two doing here?”

  Mink wasn’t sure if she was allowed to speak to him or not. They were only allowed to talk to Boogie. They had passed their final test. She felt like she had the right to say something. Pretty Thug didn’t seem like he was gonna let them inside. It was so cold out.

  Mink was so excited she spoke to him. “Let us in.” She said boldly. “We did it.”

  “Did what?” He asked.

  “We killed a Sky Jacker,” Was her response.

  “Where’s your proof?” He asked them.

  Mink looked at Bambi. She didn’t know they had to bring proof. She wasn’t any where near Bambi when she did what she did. She wasn’t sure if Bambi had done anything. She gave her a suspicious look.