The sound of leaves rustling in the distance as a boy is reading a boo-
"No, No, No. You're not hooking the readers like that. Try again." The boy said.
-__- This is my story, boy-
"No, it's my story, nigga"
Bro, you can't say that. I didn't describe your appearance yet-
Sigh ."Hurry up, chop chop, I'm tryna reincarnate."
Aye nigga, you ain't talkin' to me like that. Fix your tone, or I scrap this shit; I'm not playing.
The boy began to raise his arms frantically, "You got it, big bro, my fault."
Ok. Clears throat
Three men were walking through the city, with large coats and big hats, seemingly arguing about music.
"Yo bro, I heard Tyler the Creator droppin' some new shit today."
"It's gonna be trash gang, don't get your hopes up."
"Bro...You are a bbno$ fan, his music been trash."
"Nigga don't you listen to Carti?"
These three are friends who have known each other since the sandbox days. But they aren't our target. He is.
A boy could be seen staring out the blinds of his apartment, watching the three boys argue and laughing right outside his window.
He was staring at them with interest...they would be his next victims for his ploy.
Some time later
The three men from earlier were walking out of a convenience store, chatting around like usual. The air was cold, and the sound of cars could be heard on the roads.
"Bro, Jordan body slammed Andrew the other day for texting his girl. That shit was crazy!"
"Yo, Drew, is this true, gang?"
"He didn't even slam me, that nigga threw me against the wall." Andrew replied, "Plus that nigga is 6'3, 200 pounds, the hell was I gonna do?" He asked with genuine confusion.
"I don't know, go for his legs and slam him, you're short enough, 200 should be light work."
Unbeknownst to the trio, a man could be seen following them a comfortable distance away, observing their every move.
The trio continued moving, stopping at a gas station to grab some milk for Andrew's mom, until the tallest one of the group, Damien, stopped.
"Aye, stop real quick." He said as he glanced behind them. Andrew and Andre, the twins, stopped as well.
"Somebody followin' us right?" He asked as he rubbed his hands together to heat them.
"Yeah, I was wondering If yall noticed it too," Andrew replied.
"Ohhhhh, so that's why we kept turning randomly." Andre realized as he tapped on his headphones to stop playing music.
Damien fully turned around with his hands in his pockets, like nothing was bothering him. The other 2 following him.
"Come out, bro, we found you." They said in unison.
The man slowly walked from around the corner. He was quite tall, 6'3, 250 pounds of pure muscle, around the same height as Damien.
"I'm surprised you all noticed me." The man spoke; his voice was deep, like someone had burned his vocal cords in envy.
Andre's eyebrows raised as he turned to the other two, pointing his thumb at the stranger, "Yo, get a load of this guy."
The man suddenly sprinted towards them with a knife.
The three immediately locked in.
The man raised his arm and swung the knife at Damien, aiming for his neck. Daimen slipped under the slash and tried to counter with an overhead punch, the man weaved backward and tried to stab preciously at the chest, but before he could move.
Wham
The man was struck in the jaw from the side by Andre, seemingly forgetting about the other 2 people, which he soon regretted, as he was met with a precise punch to the liver by Damien, nearly dropping him in an instant. He swung wildly to try to hit someone, but his assault was quickly stopped as his arm was grabbed by Andre, and Andrew planted his right leg forward, and used his lead leg to kick the man in his solar plexus, launching him back.
The man felt his knees buckle as he dropped to the ground, losing grip of the knife. He took in a few breaths before making the terrible choice of trying to stand. He looked up and was met by Andrew jumping in the air, and planting two leather boots straight on his face, launching his head into the ground at inhumane speed, knocking him out cold.
The group helped Andrew up as they lay and watched the motionless man lie out on the ground.
"Yo, bro, you good?" Andrew asked nervously, receiving no answer from the body.
"Nigga just got hit with a jjk special, I don't think he's good gang," Andre replied while tapping the man on the shoulder.
"He might be dead, not gon lie," Damien said as he placed his hands in his pockets, walking away.
"Aye bro, what we gon do with the body?" Andrew said as he quickly stood up, following Damien.
"Just ignore the nigga, he tried to be on some Jack the Ripper shit and got folded, let 'em be," Andre responded as he got up the other two.