Nightmarish
Planetoid
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
The flick of a lighter briefly illuminated the dark figure sitting in the drivers seat of a black Cutlass Supreme. The car was old and had rust building in some spots, it didn't look at all like something a man would want to be seen in. But it would serve it's purpose, why take a pretty tricked out ride on a mission, you'd be effectively wasting your money. As the flame from the lighter disappeared a thick haze of marijuana smoke filled the car with it's intoxicating fumes. In this line of business you found few people who didn't smoke or drink, if only because things where so stressful. Reaching backwards he passed the blunt to a man in the backseat. There where five guys in total waiting inside of the car patiently. Each of them had a black bandanna tied around their faces to conceal identity.
The sound of a car door closing caused all of their eye's to turn. A red painted Escalade parked 10 spaces up the street from them slowly pulled out. The engine started on the cutlass and it pulled off in pursuit, once the car had reached the Escalade the windows rolled down and out came 5 AK-47s. The shots rang out loud in the darkness leaving only a bullet ridden Escalade and three dead bodies inside effectively chopped up by the bullets. The screeching of the tires sent a chill down the drivers back as he made the 15 minute trek back to his own territory, here there where no enemies only freinds and family. Stepping out of the car a young hispanic male with a short Mohawk and a tattoo on the side of his head that read 'Mayan Warrior'.
The rest of the group filed out of the car as well revealing themselves to be very racially diverse, uncommon in many street gangs. Walking up the concrete walkway to the back of the warehouse he knocked on the door in cold."Yo its Perro...open up." The door swung open revealing a colony of gangsters. The old warehouse was much better taken care than you would assume from the outside. Working electricity, television sets, furniture and shag carpeting. Walking up to one of the couches he approached their leader. This man's legal first name was Grimelton, but it was rightly shortened to his common name of Grim for his brutal reputation. Standing up he stretched out, at 5'11 he wasn't the biggest guy in the room, in fact they had guys who where 6'4+, 300+ pounds.
It didn't matter how big you where you didn't try the meanest wolf in the pack. His muscular 175 pound body was a site to be hold, given that he kept him self in top shape. A multitude of cornrows where on top of his head hanging down shoulder length. Wearing his tattoos proud he'd let everyone everywhere know that he was a member of the most dangerous gang in the city the wolf pack. Looking around his eye's scanned the area for the ladies, all the women had went out about an hour and a half ago to get some groceries. Grim wanted his girl to hurry up and get back she was one of the few people he liked looking at for very long.