"Do you like lead?" I asked the rude son of a bitch. "Fuck you," he ignorantly replied. I pulled out my piece and shot him right in the chest. He immediately dropped to the ground as his body shook and contorted until the life in his eyes was gone.
"Are you crazy?” Questioned Wade, shouting from afar. "You just killed the head of the family from up north, fucking Lou Palcamo." Shit that name was very familiar and fear ran through my body. Soon enough about everyone in the joint pulled out their piece. The strippers and civilians fled from the club, some went into the back, some ran outside because it wasn't hard to figure out what was going to happen next. What had happened you may ask. Well I started a full out war. I ran and hid behind the bar counter. I could hear gunshots everywhere. I popped up and shot a fucker from Palcamo's family. His blood sprayed every fucking where since my bullet pierced the fucker's skull.
This was bad, what had I done? Would my superiors kill me if I got out of this situation alive? I popped up from behind the counter again, ready to kill another one but as soon as I popped up a bullet injected itself into my arm. Luckily it wasn't my shooting arm but I'll tell you, it hurt like fucking hell. I clutched my arm waiting for the right moment to kill the bastard that did this to me. I heard many guns reloading so I took my chance and BANG.
"Ahhhhhhhh, you fuck," the motherfucker screamed as he fell to the ground. BANG, I heard a shot as one of my comrades blew the whiner's brains out. There men were almost finished, some were even fleeing from the scene. When it was safe I came out from my quiet hiding spot. I saw Kyle kicking some dead guy in the head repeatedly; to tell the truth it looked really awkward.
"What the fuck did you start you asshole," yelled Kyle in a very pissed off manner. He ran towards me and leaped on me. He started punching me in the face. His punches were like missiles, causing major damage when they hit their target.
"Because of you, Wade his fucking DEAD!" He yelled, it looked like he was holding back tears. That's how Kyle dealt with grief, by turning it into anger. He then stopped, grief and guilt struck through my body. What had I done? Well I know that I caused the death of one of my best friends. I walked over to Wade's big, lifeless body. His face wasn't even recognizable as he was shot in the head. I'll tell ya, it was an ugly site to see, even uglier because it was my fault. I crouched over Wade, only my good memories of him filled my head, making me smile, only to do the opposite, when I came back to reality, realizing he was gone.
"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I heard Kyle shout as he destroyed the club by smashing the stools. A few guys had to restrain him. I was confused upset and hurt, so I walked up to Kyle and shouted, "Shut the fuck up, acting like fucking Tarzan won't bring Wade back." He calmed down immediately and went for a drink. See, me Kyle and Wade were tight, close, like brothers and because of me, Wade's dead, wait it's because of you, my conscience. I clutched my wounded arm and decided to follow Kyle and get a drink.
Now how will my superiors congratulate me? I mean we have a full-scale war on our hands now. I killed Lou Palcamo, the head of the family up north whom was probably visiting, maybe for business purposes too. I had the feeling that I was going to be pumped with lead. |