ch. 22 - spider and the gang

CHAPTER 22
SPIDER AND THE GANG


Narrator: Down at an alley where it was nearly pitch black, a group of four different Asian gangsters were sitting on the ground socializing with one another. The tall bulky one with a green headband named Spider was playing bloody knuckles with two other skinny ones. One of them was a nearly bald-headed dude named Lagga, and the other wearing a hood on his dark gray jacket was Nix.

Spider: Yo Jeeva!

Narrator: Jeeva, one of the four gangsters, was sitting on the ground five feet away from his friends, smoking.

Jeeva: Da fuck ya want, homie?

Spider: Why don’ cha come out n’ play?

Jeeva: Da fuck, man? I’m busy.

Spider: Foo, ya been smokin’ all day!

Jeeva: It’s my shit, foo. (lights up another cigarette)

Spider: Ya trippin’, bitch.

Lagga: Yo Spider!

Spider: Whattup?

Lagga: Gimme some mo, man!

Nix: Gimme 300, foo!

Spider: Ya trippin’.

Nix: C’mon, man! I haven’t felt a fuckin’ thing!

Spider: Then have that bitch (pointing to Jeeva) down there do ya that!

Jeeva: I told ya I’m fuckin’ BUSY!

Spider: Foo, Nix wanna play ya. He wan’ cha ta give ‘im 300.

Jeeva: (flipping off Spider and Nix) 300 my ass…

Narrator: Shaking his head, Spider pulled out a handgun from his pocket and quickly approached Jeeva, pulling him up and grabbing his long-sleeved shirt tightly.

Spider: (pointing gun at Jeeva) Yo, I ain’t playin’ witcha, aite? Ya wanna fuck wid us, then get da fuck ova here or else. Ya got that?

Narrator: Jeeva nodded nervously, and Spider dropped him back to the ground, putting away the gun.

Spider: Yo, we rule, don’ we? (as Nix and Lagga nodded) Then why don’ we rule every foo in da streets, ah? We gon’ show who’s da shit of em’ all!

Nix: Yeah!

Narrator: Spider then noticed a rat crawling on the sides of the trash bin, so he pulled out his gun and fired several shots at the trash bin as the rat escaped.

Spider: C’mon, bitches! Let’s get the fuck outta here n’ ride this world!

Jeeva: Chyea!

Narrator: So off the guys went as they exited the alley. They all hopped into their familiar white car, the one that passed by Starbucks hours ago, Spider on the driver’s seat, and started the engines, some loud rap music rumbling all over the vehicle. The car drove off at a very fast speed, its tires screeching during the takeoff.