Post by terrel on Jan 9, 2007 16:25:19 GMT 1
It was a cool Friday night in January, Terrel opens his door and falls on the ground, he had a very rough night, not only is his arm broken in three places, but his back had been cut twice with a knife. He had been drinking some BV tonight so his pain was almost blackened out by the alcohol swimming through him. He could still feel the pain because it was some immense, he could barely breath and was crawling his way to his apartments bathroom, so he could wipe his back up and pop his bone back so it wouldn’t hurt much any more. He knew he couldn’t go to a doctor, he wouldn’t have the strength to get there in the first place. He picked one foot up and tried to stand, he managed to get on one knee and a hand, he fell down after that. He couldn’t bear the pain, he was going to make those bastards pay for what they did to him.
He was hanging with a friend and they were going down the street and they wanted to cause some trouble, and they did get it. They went down an alley pushing all the bums that got in their way who were looking for some spare change. They weren’t going to spare any thing for them. They went to a gas station and Terrel bought them some Black Velvet and they planned on getting drunk tonight, they chugged that and they were on there way to a bar, they decided to take a short cut, they stumbled in a gang hideout, they had not none that Hicrine was filled with gangs, they were quickly surrounded. These gang members were armed and deadly, they rattled their metal pipes and chains, and others kept twitching the knife in their hands. The leader quickly came forward and talked with a mean and harsh voice.
“Who are you and what do you think you are doing passing through here,” he said. Terrel had heard this speech about territories many times, but for someone not to able to walk down an alley for a shortcut, this beats all the ridiculous things he’s seen.
“My names Terrel and this here is my friend Dave, we were just passing by, this alley looked like a good shortcut to the bar on the other side of the street, sorry if we bothered you,” Terrel said with a drunken voice.
“Well you do have some balls speaking up to me, but you do know this is our territory and we kill any thing that dares to come through here, you being no exception,” the leader spoke a little more kind.
“We would be mighty glad if you could put an exception to us, were new to this town, were transfers from Varron and we don’t know were all the gangs run their business so we don’t know what alleys not to go through,” Terrel pleaded.
“You pour sole, you being new here is none of our concern, you will be gutted and that’s that, no exception for you,” the leader said with a laugh.
Terrel clenched his fists, and he got ready for an attack, Dave then who was standing still and quiet the whole time, knew the danger that was laid before him, so he turned and ran jumping in the air to kick all people in his way. It looked like a good plan, Dave got away, Terrel wished he would’ve thought of that before it was to late. Terrel was hit in the back by a chain whip, he turned to face him, as he did a pipe was smacked across his head. He fell to the ground, and quickly got up to see another chain coming his way, he ducked as he seen it hit a gang member; he then ran and tackled the chain guy. He was brought to his feet by a big guy who was choking him from behind. Terrel was being punched in the stomach as well, Terrel brought his legs up and kicked the big guy and dropped to the ground, he held his neck, he could hardly breath. He jumped in the air and cross kicked a guy in the face, then before he hit the ground, he was kicked into the wall. He fell hard and could barely stand, he managed to get a good footing though. He ducked as a punch came at him, and he elbowed the guy in the face. He slashed in the back by a knife, he fell to his side, while holding his back. He felt the warm blood touch his fingertips, he was then cut one more by a blade. He looked up and saw the guy was ready for a stab that would end Terrel. Terrel rolled backwards and got to his feet and kicked the guy, Terrel tried to run from these blood thirsty people, he was caught by the arm, he was twirled around and his arm got caught and it twisted and broke, Terrel clenched his teeth and felt tears streaming down his face. He kicked back and ran as far as he could, till he fainted.
Terrel thought back at that, as he crawled to the bathroom, he sat up and quickly popped his arm back, he screamed in pain, he puked in the toilet and then put some wrapped some bandages around his back and then got up very slowly, he needed to get to a doctor, he decided he might be able to get to the street and call a cab, that was his only hope. He got out into the hallway and walked down the steps, as he was doing this he felt very weak, the alcohol was wearing off and he crumbled under the pain, he passed out on the sidewalk.
He was hanging with a friend and they were going down the street and they wanted to cause some trouble, and they did get it. They went down an alley pushing all the bums that got in their way who were looking for some spare change. They weren’t going to spare any thing for them. They went to a gas station and Terrel bought them some Black Velvet and they planned on getting drunk tonight, they chugged that and they were on there way to a bar, they decided to take a short cut, they stumbled in a gang hideout, they had not none that Hicrine was filled with gangs, they were quickly surrounded. These gang members were armed and deadly, they rattled their metal pipes and chains, and others kept twitching the knife in their hands. The leader quickly came forward and talked with a mean and harsh voice.
“Who are you and what do you think you are doing passing through here,” he said. Terrel had heard this speech about territories many times, but for someone not to able to walk down an alley for a shortcut, this beats all the ridiculous things he’s seen.
“My names Terrel and this here is my friend Dave, we were just passing by, this alley looked like a good shortcut to the bar on the other side of the street, sorry if we bothered you,” Terrel said with a drunken voice.
“Well you do have some balls speaking up to me, but you do know this is our territory and we kill any thing that dares to come through here, you being no exception,” the leader spoke a little more kind.
“We would be mighty glad if you could put an exception to us, were new to this town, were transfers from Varron and we don’t know were all the gangs run their business so we don’t know what alleys not to go through,” Terrel pleaded.
“You pour sole, you being new here is none of our concern, you will be gutted and that’s that, no exception for you,” the leader said with a laugh.
Terrel clenched his fists, and he got ready for an attack, Dave then who was standing still and quiet the whole time, knew the danger that was laid before him, so he turned and ran jumping in the air to kick all people in his way. It looked like a good plan, Dave got away, Terrel wished he would’ve thought of that before it was to late. Terrel was hit in the back by a chain whip, he turned to face him, as he did a pipe was smacked across his head. He fell to the ground, and quickly got up to see another chain coming his way, he ducked as he seen it hit a gang member; he then ran and tackled the chain guy. He was brought to his feet by a big guy who was choking him from behind. Terrel was being punched in the stomach as well, Terrel brought his legs up and kicked the big guy and dropped to the ground, he held his neck, he could hardly breath. He jumped in the air and cross kicked a guy in the face, then before he hit the ground, he was kicked into the wall. He fell hard and could barely stand, he managed to get a good footing though. He ducked as a punch came at him, and he elbowed the guy in the face. He slashed in the back by a knife, he fell to his side, while holding his back. He felt the warm blood touch his fingertips, he was then cut one more by a blade. He looked up and saw the guy was ready for a stab that would end Terrel. Terrel rolled backwards and got to his feet and kicked the guy, Terrel tried to run from these blood thirsty people, he was caught by the arm, he was twirled around and his arm got caught and it twisted and broke, Terrel clenched his teeth and felt tears streaming down his face. He kicked back and ran as far as he could, till he fainted.
Terrel thought back at that, as he crawled to the bathroom, he sat up and quickly popped his arm back, he screamed in pain, he puked in the toilet and then put some wrapped some bandages around his back and then got up very slowly, he needed to get to a doctor, he decided he might be able to get to the street and call a cab, that was his only hope. He got out into the hallway and walked down the steps, as he was doing this he felt very weak, the alcohol was wearing off and he crumbled under the pain, he passed out on the sidewalk.