Uh Oh

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Thirteen year old Antonio was careful to keep the the shadows as he made his way to the scribbled address on the napkin. His O.G. puppet had passed it to him earlier that day with a slap to his face,one meant for his attention, not to be mistaken for anything else.

It was followed with a solemn reminder, "Don't leave any witnesses". the delivery of these words was cold,given by the gangs leader O.G. Puppet.

Earlier that day they had gone over the details of the work Antonio was about to put in to be accepted Into the gang that he now made his home with. He had already endured being punched and kicked brutally during his "jumping in" which was executed by 4 for of his fellow gangstas. he was told to pray before it happened, because if one hit the ground, it all started over. He would also have to show his allegiance by murdering a rival gang member.

"Dont leave any witnesses", the four words reverberated over and over in his head.

A cold sweat beaded off his body as he quickly darted his way from shadow to shadow, careful to keep his face averted to any onlookers. but no one would take notice of him. society had already dropped the ball on him, too self absorbed and too caught up in the hustle and survival of their own lives. he jogged his way to the train station ,careful to keep his face with a cold hard and stern look upon it, daring someone riding the max that night to meet his glare. its a dog eat dog world, and he knew better that to let others sense weakness in u. the city dwellers could almost smell it, and once they did, the aroma would send them to pounce, so he was careful to keep his mean mug on point.

It wasn't a long ride until he made his way off the train at his intended departure station. without missing a beat he flew back into his sprint to seek the shadows shelter in which he used to not be seen along his journey. to others he was just another kid trying to make It home before the streetlights came on.

he continued to perspire profusely in his effort spent to reach his intended destination. and it wasn't long till he stood behind a tree directly across from the home of his intended victim.

his blood pounded in his head , and he could almost hear it rushing as a raging river would sound at it rapids. his heart fiery thumped throughout his body, as the adrenalin started to kick in.

was he really gonna do this?, he asked himself. " What other choice did he have"? None that he could think of.

It had been less that 6 months since his parents car accident. Antonio's mother and father had been arguing fiercely, occasionally even coming to blows. His mother had slapped his father Roman in the face in response to one of his answers. this made him instinctively react with a slap of his own. in blind fury his mother wreches the steering wheel. sending the in a horibbly fierce spin down the frozen snow covered two lane highway. his father had frantically tried to correct it, but it came to no avail, destined to collide with the oncoming 18 wheeler that was just rounding the bend.

Bothe of his pare to were ejected from the vehicle, and the bodies were declared not fit for a viewing or open casket.

Antonio had been called down to the counselors office to be given the grim news. with both of his parents dead, he was shipped off to the nearest orphanage house where he had ran away after being molested by a girl 4 years his senior. Antonio had been told of the horror stories that went on at those children's orphanages, so he decided to take his chances on the street, left to fend for himself.

But it wasn't long before a simple mistaken identity where he almost was killed, he then learned that he needed some allies out here. cause a lost lil sheep was bound to be eaten up out here in the cold streets of Sacramento.

The first thing that a person may get to rudly adjust and begin to understand is that gangs were the way of life in the urban streets. units made o

upon lost orphans,brought on upon heaps and heaps of violence. Young Antonio and his father had a kind of joke as they referred the gunshots heard nightly as their shushed relentless lullaby. somebody's son, or anothers father, as well as the occasional innocent bystanders all fall prey to gang turmoil , gut wrenching acts of violence of which could never have enough pages to fill a series of books. tears and sadness were told also to stop crying cause men don't cry.

Antonio knew the score. he had already taken a beating when he was jumped in earlier that morning. now he had to show them that he could be trusted and counted upon to ride on his enemy gang counterpart.

as he won the fight with himself to not change his mind, he peeked around the tree and got his first good visual of the house. and quickly surmised the area under the window, inwardly he smiled gratefully seeing the thick and unkempt bush found directly beneath it. quickly his feet followed his eyes, as he sprinted to his lunch pad he had chosen for the onslaught of his bullets fired from. the pistol his O.G.Had given him.

once he reached the bush directly below the window, he heard is O.G.s words again " just shoot him throught the glass."

Thats when his og had first slapped him, with vigorous intent, it had forced his attention. it was seared with venomous words "Dont leave any witnesses ".

with everything In him, he summoned up the courage and decided to count to three

one

his heart raced faster,giving hint to the feeling it was going to escape from his chest.

two

he quickly wiped the sweat from. his eyes, to himself reverting to the sweat having no adverse affect on his eyes to line up the line of sight when he was to fire.on the count of three he changed his mind and decided to just give it a quick glance first. no need to shoot right away and end up blindly shooting Into the room potentially missing his target.

Once he could see directly over the ledge of the window sill, his breath caught quickly in his through, as he digested what he saw, not one but two naked bodies wrapped in the obvious remenats of lovemaking.

he quickly dropped back to one knee and in his head started to argue with himself. how could he kill that man and not leave her as a witness. with a dark realization of the situation at hand, he knew what he would have to do.

he swiftly removed the backpack that was strapped painfully tight to his back, making sure he didn't lose it. with speed and agility he unzipped the bag, and removed the bano rag wrapped pistol. He forcefully pulled back the slider and deftly took aim. pop pop pop pop ,he proceeded to unload the pistol and didn't stop 17 bullets were fired. both victims would be declared doa he decided, as he replaced the pistol in the backpack. with a hugh intake of breath he sprinted his way as fast as he could, not giving two shots if he was seen. he made it the the station in record time, on his way back to the trap house he now lived in with his newly well earned family