His Truth Your Nightmare (4 page)

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!

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.

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 headed 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.