Post by $avage Life on Apr 16, 2012 17:56:22 GMT -5
-The weather was hot and humid as always, but if you’ve lived in it for as long as most people in the city then it wasn’t anything to worry about. The sidewalks were filled with pedestrians and gangbangers, who roamed the streets in large numbers. It wasn’t normally safe for an ordinary person to walk the streets alone, due to the robberies, murders and simple beatings, just because a gangster was having a bad day. Inside a car garage on the edge of Grove St., agonizing screams bounced off the walls of a hollowed home. No one could hear the painful sounds due to the LSO soldier allowing loud playing music to be produced from a red manana that had been parked along the sidewalk. Inside the home was a man who had been stripped of all of his rank as well as his clothing. Hands and feet were bound together with a pair of handcuffs which had been thrown across a random beam that ran throughout the ceiling. The body of the man dangled helplessly as he continued to plead for his life, with a small cry for help whenever he was left alone. Out of the back room emerged Sham and gripped tightly within his right hand had been an 18 “inch machete. His entire body had been covered with a large, rubber jump suit that matched the black bandana that had been tied around the lower half of his face. -c-
- “Sham C’mon homie, you know I wouldn’t play you like dat. K.D. told me about dat lick man, he fuckin’ wit yo head.” Screamed B.J. as he tried his best to persuade Sham that he was innocent, or that he seemed innocent anyway, but there was no saving him. B.J. had misled the gang into gaining wealth for himself, pushing the gang to misuse the product, introducing Sham and other members to the ingredients to cooking cocaine and finally the hit on the Kings stash house...it was time to pay up. The machete was then railed backwards then launched forward, towards the left leg of B.J. The tip of the thin sharpened metal easily began to penetrate the flesh of its target, creating a huge open gash along the man’s leg, but it didn’t stop there. Sham repeatedly sent the weapon into the wound until the bone had been reached and chopped through. The sound of the useless limb hitting the floor was drowned out by the crying and bloodcurdling screams of B.J. The eyes of Sham watched the one-legged man squirm abit before he starts in on the right leg. Salt had been emptied into towels that had been tightly tied around the area’s in which his victims legs used to be, this was to stop the bleeding and at least keep him alive for as long as possible, that’s when the fun had begun. The blade had been rapidly and repeatedly sent to the form of B.J., ripping away chucks of his flesh with each swing, while the screams from the man began to grow dull by the second.-c-
-One hour had passed and B.J. was now dead, chopped into eleven nicely fitted pieces and neatly packed into a box, his head being placed on top. The box had been sealed and the area inside the home in which the event took place had been cleaned as if nothing had ever happened. Sham completes the task of rolling himself a Kush filled cigar and sparks a flame with his lighter, placing the fire to the tip of the dried out cigar. Inhaling deeply, he allows the toxic smoke to infiltrate his lungs before he slips his lids over his dark brown orbs and exhaling with a sense of pleasure. By this time the soldier who had been waiting inside, had entered the home to move the box to its designated spot. A large cloud of smoke slowly leaks from the lips of Sham before he speaks “Send dat over to da Jefferson hotel, let’em know we took care of dat lil problem dey had wit dat stash house.” The soldier complied as Sham exits the home, allowing the fresh air to fills his lungs before another drag from his cigar was taken. Moving onto the sidewalk, he heads down the street, moving away from the area as smoothly as possible.-e-
- “Sham C’mon homie, you know I wouldn’t play you like dat. K.D. told me about dat lick man, he fuckin’ wit yo head.” Screamed B.J. as he tried his best to persuade Sham that he was innocent, or that he seemed innocent anyway, but there was no saving him. B.J. had misled the gang into gaining wealth for himself, pushing the gang to misuse the product, introducing Sham and other members to the ingredients to cooking cocaine and finally the hit on the Kings stash house...it was time to pay up. The machete was then railed backwards then launched forward, towards the left leg of B.J. The tip of the thin sharpened metal easily began to penetrate the flesh of its target, creating a huge open gash along the man’s leg, but it didn’t stop there. Sham repeatedly sent the weapon into the wound until the bone had been reached and chopped through. The sound of the useless limb hitting the floor was drowned out by the crying and bloodcurdling screams of B.J. The eyes of Sham watched the one-legged man squirm abit before he starts in on the right leg. Salt had been emptied into towels that had been tightly tied around the area’s in which his victims legs used to be, this was to stop the bleeding and at least keep him alive for as long as possible, that’s when the fun had begun. The blade had been rapidly and repeatedly sent to the form of B.J., ripping away chucks of his flesh with each swing, while the screams from the man began to grow dull by the second.-c-
-One hour had passed and B.J. was now dead, chopped into eleven nicely fitted pieces and neatly packed into a box, his head being placed on top. The box had been sealed and the area inside the home in which the event took place had been cleaned as if nothing had ever happened. Sham completes the task of rolling himself a Kush filled cigar and sparks a flame with his lighter, placing the fire to the tip of the dried out cigar. Inhaling deeply, he allows the toxic smoke to infiltrate his lungs before he slips his lids over his dark brown orbs and exhaling with a sense of pleasure. By this time the soldier who had been waiting inside, had entered the home to move the box to its designated spot. A large cloud of smoke slowly leaks from the lips of Sham before he speaks “Send dat over to da Jefferson hotel, let’em know we took care of dat lil problem dey had wit dat stash house.” The soldier complied as Sham exits the home, allowing the fresh air to fills his lungs before another drag from his cigar was taken. Moving onto the sidewalk, he heads down the street, moving away from the area as smoothly as possible.-e-
