CHAPTER ELEVEN2012
A twelve year old Antonio held fast to Apocalypse on the back of a gold moped as they flew down the street. He narrowed his eyelids into slits as the night’s cold air blew in his face and ruffled his Orlando Magics jersey. His heart was thudding and his palms were damp from perspiration. He was nervous about the initiation he had to go through in order to be inducted into the crips; the same crip set that his father and Apocalypse claimed. Antonio understood that he was going to be a soldier on the frontlines and fight along other lost souls in a war that didn’t have any ending in sight. The youngsta knew the stakes were high, and he stood to lose more than he stood to gain. But he wanted the same power that Apocalypse commanded. He saw how niggaz feared and respected h
