Post by Dominick "D.K" Woods on Aug 5, 2015 18:02:53 GMT -5
Dominick was watching from his bedroom door, down past the hallway after he heard his father's car pull up into the drive-way in a unnatural speed. He must have been drunk, it was already past 9 p.m, and he tended to leave work around 4 every other day except on Wednesday's when he had interventions at work for the drunks. Dominick continued to peek outside his door watching his father walk tipsy, holding onto the wall for leverage making his way around the house. His mother Cherie, ran to his fathers Aid only to be met with a bottle, as his father began to assault his mother once again which he had did plenty of times before. "Stay Away from my Momma" , Dominick continued to pick up his Nerf sword, and charge on his own father, as tears ran down his face from continuing to see his mother brutality beaten by this man. Cherie laid down on the floor, in tears as she was shards of glass stuck in her face from impact with the bottle. His father came to his feet still tipsy, shouting non-sense at his own flesh & blood. "Whatcha Boi? Wanna save ya momma, you'll end up just like her. Pathetic." He continued to raise his hand to Dominick beginning to throw his hand attempting to smack Dom, when he woke up to his phone ringing. "It was that dream again, Dammit". He rubbed his fingers through his head, checking the message on his phone.
"It's going down tonight, We're meeting with those fools from around Keni Station. Make sure you get the stuff packed, and make sure you ready for any funny stuff, Tae out"
Dominick entire sleepy expression was erased in an instant, as he dropped his phone onto the carpet, and flipped over his bed grabbing a black duffel bag, and a shoe box that smelled rather earthy. Letting his bed come back down, he ran into the kitchen grabbing a dozen sandwich bags, returning to the shoe box. The contents of the show box was Grade A, material that only his crew grew & you couldn't get anywhere else. That was his job, his apartment was used for storing his crews merchandise & he was a seller. It was a side job to paying his mother's hospital bills, because he didn't have the necessary information to actually apply to a real one. One by One, he measure each batch of goods and evenly placed them into sandwich bags,closing and spraying cheap convenient store cologne out of the bags to cover most of the earthy smell. After spraying down the bags, his house phone rang, he was determined not to answer until the voice mail popped up and it was his mother calling to check up on him. He sprinted, almost falling on the carpet answering the phone.
"Hello, It's mommy, hows everything doing baby?"
"Hey Mom's Sorry I was busy. Everything's fine, just fine. Have the doctors said anything about your treatment? I told them I'm getting the money together just a couple more weeks and I can pay for your treatment."
"It's ok Honey, you don't have to try so hard. But the doctors did tell me something...They've told me that its starting to show signs of its final stages, and its too late for any treatment."
"It's ok, I can do it tonight Mom, alright everything's going to be alright Mom. Your going to be cured, and we're going to move away and live together again alright? Aslong as everything goes as planned tonight, We'll be set!"
"Baby, What do you mean if everything's goes well tonight? Your not in any trouble are You? baby? Talk to mommy."
A loud beeping that wouldn't stop could be heard from the streets, it was his Tae, and a few other members that he had met on various occasions, but didn't remember there names. He slipped on a black ski mask that covered the lower portion of his face under his eyes, and a black hoodie. While he strapped the drug bag onto his back, and put the phone on the receiver. He made his way down the fire escape, that lead him right to the back door of the beat-up car he was being picked up in. Proceeding down the ladder into the car he slid the package into the passenger seat, for the others to check the goods. As he sat back, the car sped off down the main streets en route towards the ole train tracks.
Dominick's head laid against the window, watching the sky turn darker and darker, as the Street lights turned on down the streets. The larger population began dying down into small groups of young teens, out on the night partying, enjoying themselves not having a care in the world. One of the boys themselves had a large bag, that sounded as if it had metal inside. In Dominick's peripheral he seen a rather silver hand-gun being passed to the front of the car to Tae, who had been holding the bag of drugs. The driver proceeded to steer with one hand, as he reached under his seat grabbing a sawed off shotgun, leaving it on his lap as he drove. The male with the bag of guns tapped Dominick's lap not saying a word, leaving a sub-machine gun on his lap. It was a military grade firearm, from the all the video games he had played, his best assumption was that it was a vector. A fast spitting firearm, created for Close quarters combat, and one could say in this situations fast paced situations.
The car's speed decelerated as they approached an opening, into the tracks driving through the tunnels until the were met by another set of care. Two large trucks, with a estimated 12 people around it. The car stopped about 2 meters, from the closet group of men as a large heavy set african-american male exited the first truck followed by a beautiful Asian woman, close to her early twenties dressed a crop top & cargo pants. Dominick's crew except for the driver, who clenched his weapon tighter exited the car. Tae, concealed his under his shirt behind him as he approached the first truck, throwing the bag onto the hood.
Dominick and the other two that sat in the back seat with him, stood on their opposing cars hood, exchanging glares with the other men. Something like always didn't seem right, why was there so many men? And but so few of us. Dominick couldn't fully grasp the situation but continued holding his weapon in-front of him visible for the other foot soldiers of the Heavy set man.
"Who is this guy?"
"They call him Hugo, he's a big time smuggler from the 8th district. Nasty Reputation, you wouldn't want to cross him. He calls in favors all across the area."
"He doesn't seem to dangerous from the looks of him, he has so many guards he must have trust issues."`
Dominick was still pondering on how such a disgusting man could have that much pull in the county. As Tae began walking back towards the car, when from over his shoulder Dominick saw one of the grunts pull his weapon. His actions were too slow, the grunt fired his weapons, surprisingly it wasn't at any of the crew,but into the thigh of Hugo. The Asian beauty stepped forward, throwing here hand in the air, as random lights turned on around the tracks. The grunts began pulling weapons on each other, and soldiers started to appear from bushes and rail cars.
Bullets reigned the skies, as police raided the meet up, and began arresting and killing off grunts.
"It's going down tonight, We're meeting with those fools from around Keni Station. Make sure you get the stuff packed, and make sure you ready for any funny stuff, Tae out"
Dominick entire sleepy expression was erased in an instant, as he dropped his phone onto the carpet, and flipped over his bed grabbing a black duffel bag, and a shoe box that smelled rather earthy. Letting his bed come back down, he ran into the kitchen grabbing a dozen sandwich bags, returning to the shoe box. The contents of the show box was Grade A, material that only his crew grew & you couldn't get anywhere else. That was his job, his apartment was used for storing his crews merchandise & he was a seller. It was a side job to paying his mother's hospital bills, because he didn't have the necessary information to actually apply to a real one. One by One, he measure each batch of goods and evenly placed them into sandwich bags,closing and spraying cheap convenient store cologne out of the bags to cover most of the earthy smell. After spraying down the bags, his house phone rang, he was determined not to answer until the voice mail popped up and it was his mother calling to check up on him. He sprinted, almost falling on the carpet answering the phone.
"Hello, It's mommy, hows everything doing baby?"
"Hey Mom's Sorry I was busy. Everything's fine, just fine. Have the doctors said anything about your treatment? I told them I'm getting the money together just a couple more weeks and I can pay for your treatment."
"It's ok Honey, you don't have to try so hard. But the doctors did tell me something...They've told me that its starting to show signs of its final stages, and its too late for any treatment."
"It's ok, I can do it tonight Mom, alright everything's going to be alright Mom. Your going to be cured, and we're going to move away and live together again alright? Aslong as everything goes as planned tonight, We'll be set!"
"Baby, What do you mean if everything's goes well tonight? Your not in any trouble are You? baby? Talk to mommy."
A loud beeping that wouldn't stop could be heard from the streets, it was his Tae, and a few other members that he had met on various occasions, but didn't remember there names. He slipped on a black ski mask that covered the lower portion of his face under his eyes, and a black hoodie. While he strapped the drug bag onto his back, and put the phone on the receiver. He made his way down the fire escape, that lead him right to the back door of the beat-up car he was being picked up in. Proceeding down the ladder into the car he slid the package into the passenger seat, for the others to check the goods. As he sat back, the car sped off down the main streets en route towards the ole train tracks.
Dominick's head laid against the window, watching the sky turn darker and darker, as the Street lights turned on down the streets. The larger population began dying down into small groups of young teens, out on the night partying, enjoying themselves not having a care in the world. One of the boys themselves had a large bag, that sounded as if it had metal inside. In Dominick's peripheral he seen a rather silver hand-gun being passed to the front of the car to Tae, who had been holding the bag of drugs. The driver proceeded to steer with one hand, as he reached under his seat grabbing a sawed off shotgun, leaving it on his lap as he drove. The male with the bag of guns tapped Dominick's lap not saying a word, leaving a sub-machine gun on his lap. It was a military grade firearm, from the all the video games he had played, his best assumption was that it was a vector. A fast spitting firearm, created for Close quarters combat, and one could say in this situations fast paced situations.
The car's speed decelerated as they approached an opening, into the tracks driving through the tunnels until the were met by another set of care. Two large trucks, with a estimated 12 people around it. The car stopped about 2 meters, from the closet group of men as a large heavy set african-american male exited the first truck followed by a beautiful Asian woman, close to her early twenties dressed a crop top & cargo pants. Dominick's crew except for the driver, who clenched his weapon tighter exited the car. Tae, concealed his under his shirt behind him as he approached the first truck, throwing the bag onto the hood.
Dominick and the other two that sat in the back seat with him, stood on their opposing cars hood, exchanging glares with the other men. Something like always didn't seem right, why was there so many men? And but so few of us. Dominick couldn't fully grasp the situation but continued holding his weapon in-front of him visible for the other foot soldiers of the Heavy set man.
"Who is this guy?"
"They call him Hugo, he's a big time smuggler from the 8th district. Nasty Reputation, you wouldn't want to cross him. He calls in favors all across the area."
"He doesn't seem to dangerous from the looks of him, he has so many guards he must have trust issues."`
Dominick was still pondering on how such a disgusting man could have that much pull in the county. As Tae began walking back towards the car, when from over his shoulder Dominick saw one of the grunts pull his weapon. His actions were too slow, the grunt fired his weapons, surprisingly it wasn't at any of the crew,but into the thigh of Hugo. The Asian beauty stepped forward, throwing here hand in the air, as random lights turned on around the tracks. The grunts began pulling weapons on each other, and soldiers started to appear from bushes and rail cars.
Bullets reigned the skies, as police raided the meet up, and began arresting and killing off grunts.
