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- >Shaking yourself from your bittersweet thoughts, you slowly walk up towards the spattering of blood and puke in the snow
- >You can't lose the feeling that you're somehow trespassing
- >If what they said was true, you were supposed to be dead
- >And yet, here you are, looking at the evidence left from an attempted murder
- >You walk closer and kneel down, touching the imprints left by your curled up body
- >Here is the blood that flowed from your mouth when you were beaten
- >Here is the vomit you spewed up after they kicked you in the stomach
- >And, almost unnoticeable, small holes left by your tears
- >Fuck
- >FUCK.
- >You feel rage bubbling up, as if collected from every single cut and bruise, flowing into your head and tinting everything a shade of red
- ''MOTHERFUCKERS!''
- >Your fist slams against the brick wall again and again, the raw, meaty thumps drowned out by your screaming
- ''MOTHER-''
- >Thump
- ''FUCKERS!''
- >Thump
- >They had no right to do what they did
- >They could have killed you
- >You could have fucking died
- >Just so they could get money they weren't even willing to work for themselves
- >You can't just let this be
- >Your hand finds it's way to your gun and you find yourself hyperventilating
- >Whether it is rage or sadness you don't know
- >What you do know is that you want revenge
- >Sweet fucking revenge
- >You pull out your phone and tap in Ty's number, cursing under your breath as the beeps of the phone seem to drag on for an eternity
- >Finally, he picks up, his sleepy voice answering you
- >''Ey, who this?''
- ''Ty, it's Anon. I need to ask you for a favor.''
- >''So, lemme get this straight, you got jumped by some brothers.''
- >All tiredness gone from his voice, Ty goes straight to business
- ''Yep.''
- >''And they took your money and almost killed you.''
- ''That's right.''
- >''And you want me to find them.''
- ''Correct.''
- >Ty gives a long sigh and almost audibly rubs his eyes
- >''Man, there's hundreds of brothers in Slateside alone.''
- ''I know.''
- >''Alright, I'll try, nigga. But it won't be easy.''
- ''I know. That's why I'm asking you.''
- >''Shiieet. You know I'm only doing this because I feel bad for your white ass.''
- >He gives a mirthless chuckle
- >''But man, if I find anything, I'll let you know. Just-''
- >He sighs again
- >''Just don't jump to conclusions, okay? There's enough violence as it is.''
- ''I won't. I promise.''
- >''Alright, but try to pick yourself up, okay?''
- ''I will. Thanks Ty. Wanna hang out tomorrow?''
- >''I'd love to, my man. What time?''
- >You shrug noncommittally
- ''I don't know, at one or two?''
- >''Sounds good, see you then, cracka.''
- ''You too, nigga.''
- >You both share some half-hearted chuckles and you end the call
- >That's one base covered, at least
- >You'd have to do some investigating of your own, and maybe go on down to the club house to ask some questions
- >Maybe you'd find out something that would help
- >Other than that, one of the local crackheads might've seen something
- >But that was something for tomorrow
- >Right now you feel like you'll need some rest
- >Taking a final look at the bloody scene before you while rubbing your knuckles, you head off, lighting a cigarette
- >It was kind of funny, actually
- >No-one would know anything had happened there in five hours, if the snow kept falling the way it did now
- >All sins covered by a blanket of pure white, life would start anew tomorrow
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