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Hahaha, so am I... I just have very nice friends that GIVE ME THINGS! *cackles*... yes.

It was cool, not too cold. The air was light with the beginning of autumn. And I didn’t care. I only cared about getting the money from some b*****d kid. He had told Darius…King…and I that he would get the money he owed LAST WEEK. The hell he got the money. I gave him a second chance, no more. I felt the anger inside me boil and bubble and I grinded my teeth.

Beside me Darius sat there, staring blankly at the night sky, dreaming of some place better then this probably, or marrying his love, Lacy Lace, otherwise known as “Julianna Smith.” Some girl I tell ya, a true Chicago jewel. She has the blondest hair and the most blue eyes. Everytime any girl looked at her they envied that body and those crystal eyes, envied the rich life she had, and envied the man that was on her arm like a trophy. (No not the other way, the man was HER trophy. A trophy that changed every Monday and every Wednesday.)

What a b***h. But here I am rambling about some slut when I should be angry as hell that kid isn’t here with the money.

I heard sniffing down the street and I looked up with my blue and green eyes, watching the pathetic excuse of a boy walking down the street, black eye and all. I’ve seen it before. Now he’ll come up here complaining and whimpering like some neutered dog. I spat at the ground and itched my chocolate cheek, picking at a scabbed over scratch. It hurt. Not as much as that loser would in just a minute if I didn’t see any green.

“The hell you whimperin bout?” I said in my Chicago accent and step closer, my puma shoes kicking at dead leaves. “Where’s my money? You have the money.” Darius followed my suit, obviously the threat to my words. He was always with me, like some father figure.

Darius was 30, but looked 20. He had the darkest brown skin imaginable and a smooth bald head that he shaved everyday, like a lady’s legs. He had three piercing in his left ear (to my seven) and tattoos that covered from his neck down. He was a walking tattoo masterpiece, every inking connecting somehow to the other. Most of all he had those big guns on his arms and a menacing height, 6’6” even. His dark black stare sent anyone running for cover. Yeah, he was my weapon of mass destruction all right, and that’s putting it nicely.

The boy looked up at me with sappy dog eyes and I glared, sending him crouching. “Where. Is. My. Money.” I said again and stood in his face, nose almost touching his.

“I don’t have it.”

“No?”

“No.”

“THE HELL YOU DON’T HAVE IT! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH MONEY YOU MADE ME LOSE?” I screamed and kicked him in the groin. He fell on the ground gasping like a fish out of water. I grinned. His pain enjoyable.

“Where’s the money?” Darius spoke up behind me. His deep voice penetrated my own soft one. “You don’t have the money, you’re dead.”

“I don’t-“

Darius kicked his stomach and the boy rolled over. I smiled more and knelt down patting the white boy’s cheek like a mother would to a misbehaved son. “Oh you’ll have it by the end of the week. We’ll send everyone against you ya know. We control this city, and we can sure as hell get the money from you by the end of the week, AGAINST your will this time.” I stood up, spat at his face, turned around and looked at Darius, a sparkle in my eye. “Have fun.”

Three big men came from the ally-way nearby, all snickering and laughing. I heard the boy gasp again.

He was silent.


When I got to the bar I leaned against the wall outside, next to Darius of course and sighed heavily, a cigarette dangling from my mouth. “What’s up tonight? We doin’ anything?”

“Nope, everyone but us. We can do whatever the hell we wanna.”

I laughed at him and punched him in the shoulder. “Yeah, why’d I even ask right?” I grinned up to him before tilting my head and taking a long drag, smoke swirled from my nostrils. Usually we were either in the gambling shops getting money, taking money more like it, or making sure the others were doing their jobs, checking up on members, beating up those who lingered off, and more importantly initiating new members. Not tonight though, tonight was a Monday night, when the initiations were always low, and not much happened.

I was just about to ask Darius about something deep when Lacy Mc.Lacepants came up oogling him and dragging along a new toy. I rolled my eyes and glared at her. She simply ignored me and walked up to Darius.

“So King. Any new girls?” she tittered and twirled a finger in her toy’s black hair. Darius said nothing.

“Oh yeah Lace.” I said for him. “Got the girls breathing down his back for someone ya know. Too bad he has no time for you, since ya want some of it.” My voice was laced with hatred and I patted Darius’s back proudly. I felt satisfaction in my chest when Lacey pouted and snarled at me. “Yup, just the player ‘round here sweetie. Dropping girls left and right.” I began to walk off, waving a hand towards her. “Oh don’t bother trying to sell yourself like we all know you do to everyone else. He doesn’t pay them, they pay HIM.” I laughed loudly and headed for a midnight walk, get a little air and maybe do a little self talking.

((Yay for first posts and ugly ones at that.))

((GIGGLE! XDD And... posting... eeer... poooosting... *ponders thoughtfully*))

((The Bloods. *shrug* It's the name of a gang close to where I live... That's the best I could think of. Unless you want something like the Uppity Retards or Happy Hippies... *that last one, NO. >.<*

Haha. I might or might NOT join this. I can't quite decide.))

Really now, did it take this long to run a simple errand? It had been a good few hours of sitting and waiting, pacing and waiting, humming and waiting, followed up by a bit of standing and waiting by the window. The warehouse in which he currently was wasn't known for its abundance of exciting things to do. But it was known to be well within the gang's territory, and so was quite safe, at least for the time being.

So that's where Enzo opted to stay while one of his better friends and fellow members did as he'd been asked. But with as late as it was getting, things were becoming worrysome. "He should be back by now... Though I don't doubt that little wench is trying to stop his progress," Enzo started pacing again. Things had been tight lately.. And a rival gang was slowly creeping onto their territory. It wasn't something that was exactly wanted.

"Ahh, not again..." He murmured, shoving shaking hands stiffly into his jeans pockets. Any more of this waiting... This not KNOWING was going to send him over the edge. And Enzo had been trying to cut down on the stuff, but as things were looking at the moment, he'd need a pretty strong hit.

In hopes of getting his mind off the subject of his addiction, he set his thin mouth into a firm line and stepped out of the building, quite ready to do his pacing outside, in the fresh air. Well, as fresh as inner city Chicago would allow. But, the sun was out, and while the air was chilly, it cast a warmth that was just calming enough. "That little indian boy had best hurry up." He said to no one in particular, or perhaps to the sad little tree growing next to the doorway.

"And he'd better have gotten that money... The boy made mention that he owed someone else, but he and I both know what would happen if he paid them first." Seeing that the tree wasn't going to answer, he gave an exasperated sigh and started pacing again, ignoring the slight twitch he'd seemed to aquire in his left shoulder.

((haha THERE.))