NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Ok im gonna get this started, i said screw the interest thread..if anyone wishes to join during the story please feel free to post an OOC then i will give you the go.

This story takes place in afew different places, it will be RL 2007,. Basicly my charactor will start off in the Bronx where he has lived his whole life, he is bent on finding out who killed his brother afew years before when they knocked off a nightclub in New York ending in a bloody double homicide at his home. Life on the streets has been hard for a young man comming up, thats why those who have nothing else must remain loyal to the game...the streets are a battlefield.

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New York/ 2000 / 12:30 / Club Ice:

A cherry red Acura Legend on 18 inch chrome Asanti rims rolled up to the club with Lil' Wayne blastin'. The tint blackened the windows making it impossible to see inside the vehicle, the car stopped and out stepped a man in a red leather suit with a large gold chain swaying back and fourth. He looked around spotting some girls.. he opened his mouth revealing an expencive grill shimmering, the back doors of the car opened and three more black males stepped out dressed similar to the driver,

"D'shawn take the car round the side bro.."

A man wearing a black leather jacket and matching pants slapped hands with the previous driver,

"Aight Marcus..i'll be round tha side B"

The men strolled through the doors to the club after being frisked and the Legend drove off down the street. Once inside it was blacklight, the mens eyes and dark skin glowed as they strolled through the people towards the washrooms. Once inside the went right for the stalls, they lifted off the back of the toilets pulling out assorted 9mm's with silencers they exited the restrooms heading for the upstairs.



The bouncer seen them comming and strolled down the stairs to be met by Marcus's Glock 20, he mouthed the words 'night motha fucka' and squeezed the trigger..

**VIP, VIP , VIP**

The bouncer tumbled to the ground, Marcus and his boys ran up the stairs and burst into the owners office, silenced gunshots were heard over and over,

**VIP, VIP ,VIP VIP , VIP VIP,***

Three people hit the floor and one woman flew through a large window, money was scattered all over a table and in a counting machine. Quickly Marcus and his boys scouped it all into bags running down the stairs and out a side door the Acura Legend was waiting,

"Common!...Common..."

The car sped off into the night and sirins were heard approaching in the distance...the next destination was Marcus's grandmothers house. The group in the car was very excited about their sucessful heist and laughed loudly,

"We rich!, we rich!"

Another one said,

"Ahaha Boy! i shot that bitch..sent er' flyin..."

Marcus turned around in the seat with a pissy look on his face,

"Ey! common now..the bouncer deserved it..she didn't do a fuckin' thing.."

The man shrugged it off,

"What ever bro...."

OOC:

I will continue this tomorrow.... :)

speeding police cars flew by not even paying attention to the Acura.

The Acura Legend pulled along side the curb and turned off. The men jumped out walking around back of a small pink house, there were stairs that lead down to a door which they took. The door was opened and they all went inside dropping down on afew different couches around the room.

On the couch closest to the door was D'shawn, he was a down for what ever type home boy..a real live wire. Sitting beside him was Anthony the boys also called him Tony for short, he grew up with them sence back in the day when they used to push dime bags on the corner..he had an open mind and was always down with what ever they had on the go. Another one was named Cerious, he was a crafty fella..always thinkin' bout somthin or plottin on how to get that money..he was too smart for his own good. Last but not least there was Marcus, nobody fucked with Marcus..he played a leader type role and always had within their little group..Marcus was controlled but could be an explosive type Ni**a who never ceased to amase any of them with his plans for the money, Marcus was loyal to the game.

Marcus dropped one of the bags on a coffie table and smiled,

"Aha my Ni**as! we hit off!"

The others sat around grinning, Cerious light a joint taking a puff he said..

"Yeah my Ni**a..for real..."

They chatted it up for a bit then Tonys jaw dropped and he looked at Marcus,

"Ey man...your lil' brother at the bottom of the stairs B!"

Marcus walked over to the little boy that was around 12 years old sitting on the bottom stair,

"Man you can't be down here..why an't you in bed, go on back up befo' i get nanny.."

Marcus's little brother was named Dalmez but everyone called him Dee,

"Go on now..see yah in the mornin' ..go!" Marcus shooed him up the stairs..

After they had counted the money everyone except Marcus and Tony left. The Acura's loud exaust pipe was heard opening up down the street, Marcus and Tony sat smoking a joint watching Tv. They sat there and laughed at the comical show when the door flew open,

"Holy shit!!" yelled Tony diving for his Baretta on the table..

Marcus raised his Desert Eagle and started shooting, the four men who came in the door wore blue bandana's over their faces and they entered shooting. Shots rang out loudly, the exchange of gunfire riddled the walls of the room. After afew minutes the shooting stopped, the masked men ran around the room franticly searching for somthing...they never found it and were forced to leave because of, screaming and people outside.

Tony lay on the floor soaked in blood while Marcus lay at the bottom of the stairs with five bullets in his chest, Little Dee came creeping down and seen his brother dying on the floor, kneeling beside his he started to cry out his name..

"Marcus! Marcus!"

Marcus opened his eyes and a tear came out of the left,

"Listen to me Dee..don't take this road man..don't do it.."

He paused gasping for air,

"I love you lil' brother..i left somthin' fo you at the top of the stairs under nannys table..the black bag..."

Dee listened to his brother with tears streaming down his face.....he held him tight as he died in his arms.

OOC: More to come....

Seven years later........


The cherry red Acura Legend rolled down the street with the music pounding from the trunk, smoke poured out of the front passenger window and the 18 inch dubs shone as the sun bounced off them. The car came to a stop in front of a run down apartment building, the engine shut off and out stepped five men shutting the doors behind them.

The driver was Dalmez, he wore a black jean jacket suit and a new york hat tilted to the right. The others were dressed similar and one wore a black bandana around his neck, their names were Tyrone, Jareece, Melly and Cj.

These boys were Dee's boys, they grew up togeather and stood beside him all through the hard times he faced with his brother being gone. Dee hit a button on his keys setting the alarm on the car, they went upstairs and into an apartment that was all white with black and white furniture, on the walls were very expencive art pieces also in black and white..this was Dee's place.

Everyone dropped on a couch or in a chair, Tyrone started to roll up a joint,

"Cerious called my cell, he got somthin' for us to run uptown.."

Dee grinned,

"Mo' money..mo' money boys"

Melly spoke,

"Maaan' Cerious hooks us up man, got us on our feet taught us how the game works..got love for that brotha'"

Cj sat there smoking a cigerette,

"Tru enouf.."

After Marcus's death Dee found the bag and it's contents shocked him, inside there was a quarter million. Dalmez never told anyone aside from his boys about the money, they kept it on the low..a blood oath between eachother. After leaving some money for his grandmother the rest was put away untill he knew what to do with it. In the next seven years the five became some of the hardest gangsters in their hood, doing jobs for Marcus's boy Cerious who took them in and taught them how shit worked in the streets, they handled all of his buisness and were rewarded handsomly.

Out of a back room a beautiful light skinned girl came out in a bath robe,

"Ya'll can't let me get some sleep! why don't you take your bullshit outside...daamn.."

The boys straighted up and didn't even look at her, one after another they all said,

"Sorry Keisha..."

Dee grinned when she stomped back down the hallway,

"Aha..you Ni**a's gonna get knocked the fuck out..Keisha an't playin.."

Cj sucked his teeth and Jareece replyed,

"I know! you don't want Keisha to come back down here...heh..hehe.."

The others shook their heads in disapproval, Cj grinned and said,

"What ever...what ever..."

Dee picked up his ringing cell phone,

"Yeah....uh huh...yeah..no problem, we'll come through in a bit for sure.."

He hung up then explained to the others who watched,

"That was Cerious, he wants us to come through in the hour.."

The others nodded, some closed their eyes laying their heads back on the top of the couch,

"What he want.." said Tyrone..

Dee replyed,

"Didn't say...some kinda money makin' oppertunity has arose.."