Good or Bad Ⅳ

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I dodge left, right and left. Never stopping till I give the command. “Right, down, uppercut. I keep switching up the rhythm. Ting! Ting! Ting!

The clock goes off. I let out a hail of bullets. Each fist indenting the punching bag but for only a brief moment. I let out a thunderous roar when my Bolt of a fist made one last strike upon the helpless target. I got out of the ring and started chilling at a corner of the ring. A Photo of my old man. Currently sitting next to me on a chair.

You better watch dad. While others don’t know what they want. I will seize it. I will make sure that family is taken care of just like you told me. Sharpening my mind, shanking any opposition with my fist, some would even say that my spirit is truly indomitable.

Ring! Ring! Ring! My phone rang distinctly. Touching the green button on my keypad I answer.

“Hey Elisha, looks like your sister is right, some guys are tailing her. Vamanos, we gotta teach him a good lesson.” Spoke Chino. He is my best friend after my father died. He died the same night he gave me the lesson on the soccer field. Leaving only the husk of a family lost. I broke free at the age of twelve when Chino showed me the second family. Five years after the lord took him from us.

Chino was a small but fierce fighter. He may not even win every fight. But he made damn well sure to keep coming back and prove his worth. I called him The iron butler, a play on the words iron maiden. Because he will hold onto you until you learn to respect him. Tugging back to reality. I gather my things and my bag with my “tools” for work. I begin making my way towards the designated spot. A more secluded spot where Chino and I can teach this sleaze a lesson. I found the road and got a searchlight to the face as chino is blinding my eyes from a nearby bush. I walk up towards the lightshow of a bush and crouched next to him. Chino is chino. Half Viet, half hondurian. But you wouldn't know that he was Spanish until he began to speak it. He is more of a Tiger full of knowledge but not lacking in strength.

He is more on the short side of five five. His caramel eyes projected a fierce aura for power. Always wanting more and more.

“Elisha, get ready. The boys already called me telling me that they should be here soon. Motherfucker is waiting for the loneliness of the dark to get what he wants.” he preached, tucking his signature cross underneath his shirt.

As my sister turns the corner. A Lanky looking dude with a green hoodie and blue skinny jeans comes around the corner. An expression of pure anger plastered on his face. Chino and I prepare our weapons. He brings out his metallic shimmering knuckles. I open my bag that contains a bat with a little modification. A thin strip of nails that cascade only down one side of the bat. Makes it easier to conceal than a fully spiked bat. The beast attacks as the little sibling runs. She screams saying to not hurt him as we scream war cries on our way to the battle. I tell the bambi that he will be fine. One of many lies I told her to keep her safe.

“Try to touch her again” I spoke with conviction and empathy. Hitting him in the gullet with the unspiked side of my bat. If he rose I would beat him again. He stopped trying to fight and began to try running towards the single post of light, his final reach of salvation. Again I would smack him, this time near his heel. He fell to the ground and turned back to us. Awaiting for the next command from his captures.

“Hey Leon, let’s take him to the bushes and teach him a lesson about hurting family.” Chino uttered my codename.

“Sure Tigre, grab him and I'll watch for any sudden movements. He can’t stop us both, much less one of us.” We spoke to one another As him and I made our way to the beginning of the shrubbery, and the end of this man’s life, as well as the crew and I.

For we would not anticipate that one of the houses had a camera and that camera fed back to a man with a phone. Which connected us to our doom. Random sirens began to blair. I yelled at chino to finish him and let’s bounce.

While we may be kings of the beast, we couldn’t survive within the confines of the urban jungle. This territory is where we shall cease to vanish unless we adapt.

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I am shaken out of trance as my sister begins to feign for my attention. Burying that terrible memory as I listen

“Hey! We made it to school. Are you ready for all of the fabulous bichas to faint at the sight of you? “She teased, resting her right hand on her forehead and pretending to faint back on my right shoulder.

“Mom, your daughter is turning your son into a bonafide playboy without your consent.” I spoke aloud, shoving my sis back into her side of the car.

“Please don’t convert my son into a playboy Claura.” she said in between her snickering.

We all began to laugh as my mother pulled up to the front of the school.

My Claura leaves first as she is ready to go back to school with her older brother. I on the other hand felt reservation. I still followed suit as I exited my final safe haven and pulled up beside her. Without reservation I grabbed her hand. I don’t think I’ve done this in what seemed like ages. Probably after Chino died. She swerved her head in surprise, but ultimately let out a heart melting smile and cozied up next to me. I don’t think either of us had been this close since the night that I killed that man, and she knew.

With Claura now beside me, we walked up to the front door and entered the building inside. We were bombarded and greeted by most of the faculty and students that were involved in the shooting.

Eliana, Isabella,Leynie, Ms. Emmett and a few more.

Looking at Eliana I felt terrible for her. She wasn’t a cheerleader but a straight A student who was dating one of the jocks. Unfortunately Kyle didn't make it, and he was one of the better guys too. Her usually straight brown hair has now been converted into a bird's nest. Shooting out in whichever way they can. Her dark brown eyes are no longer inspiring, but wanting to hide away from this dark world. Her chest ranged in the C cup range, while her lower torso came as a combo. Thick booty and thick thighs.

She would once in a blue moon look at you, although you couldn’t tell the intent. Her lips kept furling and unfurling, she must have a million answers. Almost none of which you could probably never answer.

Isabella also didn’t feel much better, but she kept her look on fleek as always. She was a ginger with long hair that cascades down her left face and ends on her chest. Which stand at around a very sizable 30DD. Her Iris shone a very rare gray that sheened to the tune of silver. Her ass never missed a mark, probably being the second biggest behind Eliana.

Isabella was one of the cheerleaders that were involved, she does have a promiscuous background but she is also loyal to friend to a fault. A peek into her eyes revealed her intentions from the get go. She has just lost her close friend Lisa, and is grasping at anything she can for kinship. Her darting eyes stopped and hovering over you. Her hands that are resting on top of each other at the base of her lower stomach began to move. Her top hand switched into the symbol for the phone. I gave her a heartfelt smile and moved on.

Leynie is Leynie, the bonafide queen of the cheer squad. She had blond hair that was tied in a ponytail. Cascading to the middle of her back. Her light blue oceanic eyes looked at me. Almost staring at disbelief that I am even able to walk. Her double D chest is the perfect fit for the head of the cheer squad. She was one of the only students who had the perfect hourglass body that accentuated her chest. Her lower glass body was nothing to scoff at as she had hips and the butt that made her irresistible to any mortal. A goddess guised as a human.

Her eyes kept darting and capturing everything about me. She wanted to come up but I could see the conflict within her eyes, gazing at her soul I could see. She wanted to hug me, speak to me, punch me, call me names. I could only let out a hum to recognize her presence as I didn’t want to invite any more trouble. Simply choosing to ignore her as much as possible. Not even waiting for her reaction, I look towards the woman to my right.

Ms. Emmett was the best teacher out there, always lending a hand to others. Out of everyone she was probably the most calm, though her brown eyes couldn’t contain the pain that most if not everyone in the school was feeling. She moved her midnight black short hair out of her eyes. Her g cup breast enveloping her top torso. While her hips were wide and accentuated her gluteus weren’t at max but they definitely complimented her hips. Her body was peak divine as it most resembled an hourglass figure.

“Elisha, could you come with us to the auditorium? We have to lay white roses for those that have passed.” Ms. Emmett spoke. She clapped her hands together in anticipation, she has such a bubbly personality that I couldn’t help but smile in the face of such a heavy atmosphere.

“Sure lead the way, but my sister stays. I want to keep her as safe as can be.” I responded; knowing that it was half a lie and half a truth. I wanted to protect her and also have support to lean on. Knowing that there were more people like Rickie. His last words of omega kept rippling into my heart. I was unsure what that plan was or who was involved. But I know I can begin here at school as the source of the tragedy and the beginning of hopefully a better future for us all.

Ms. Emmett led us all with her and I in the front talking about how grateful we both were that things weren’t worse. While the rest of the group followed behind. We both walked through the gym doors, only to be greeted by students, faculty, and parents. All sitting and waiting for us.

“I thought it was just gonna be us, no offense everybody.” I spoke as bluntly as I could.

“Yes but everyone wanted to cherish the fallen as well as the hero who saved us all. Without you, who knows how many more people would’ve lost their friends. Spoke a lone Isabella.

“Yeah we are here to help you just as much as you helped us.” Eliana chimed in. her cute but soft voice ranged across the stadium. Much unlike her.

My sister to my other side let go of my hand and began to usher me towards a podium that was set up towards the back of the gym. With a clear path that led to it. With students surrounding either side. We both began heading up toward the platform that was adorned with photos of the students that were laid to rest. The parents on the outskirts of the gym while officers were scattered plentifully around the gym in order to secure the livelihood of everyone else

“ELISHA! ELISHA !ELISHA!” cheered the crowd over and over again until I reached the podium where the whole gym erupted in cheer. A screen falling behind me as the projector that was adorned to the ceiling began to flash images of the students onto the blank curtain.

I rub my head and with as much confidence as I could muster I begin my speech. “Hey everyone, I don’t know much about being a hero. But I do know what losing someone close to you is like. I know that we want to grief, and we may. But we must also keep in mind that we must remain strong in these tough times. We may be on the rough road to the bottom but I won’t let us sink. We will face all adversity and prevail and overcome any challenge that we may face climbing and reaching the peak of the mountain.”

I let off the mic as people began to cry and cheer. But it was short lived as the lights went off in the gym completely. The projector screen shuttered and switched to a black image. Eventually forming into a video. A figure in a plain black hoodie and a raven mask with blood around the eye ducts began to speak.

“We have been hurt, ignored, and tortured endlessly due to the bullies and the empathy that the rest of the students and teachers displayed towards us. We will now rise from the cracks of the concrete and demolish the slab that society has kept piling on us. Elisha, enjoy your free time for today. A dead man walking won’t help any of you from stopping plan omega. We will move forward with the plan and nip and counter you may throw at us from the bud. Thank you and enjoy the rest of your day, fellow peers.” The lights were once again turned on and the projector went back to its usual route of displaying the fallen once more. The whole auditorium lost its vigor and remaining silence as everyone including me was processing what just happened.

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[another one done. My writers block may have been stupendous, but the work was worth it. I am currently thinking of editing chapter one because the ending for Leynie seemed to almost say that she had a sexual experience already with her bf. but in reality it was the light stuff. Anyways, I will begin the new chapter but the pages are only getting longer from what I see. Cheers to the future and I hope you all stay well. 2InfinityAndLove!!!!!]