Post by giggles on Feb 5, 2007 14:15:17 GMT -5
The loud and fast beat music wrang throughout the club as H.M and Jackal stepped through a black beaded curtain leading into a private section. The room in front of them was elaborate and overn decorated, posters of famous rappers and supposed "gangsters" hung on all of the walls. The blue, silver, and white couches showed that the owners proudly displayed their gang colors, and for a moment H.M forgot what he was here too do. Taking in the beautiful scenery around him, it wasn't every day that an average drug runner like him got too do something like this. Though, his serenity was shattered by a loud, authorative, and deep voice.
"You got my shit, runnah?" The voice demanded and too a normal person, it would've intimidated.
"Yeeahhhh, I got yo shit, now wheres my green? You aint gettin nothin t'ill we see our green." Replyed H.M with little respect in his tone. This seemed too anger the person he was speaking too, and Jackal, the one standing next too him, seemed too get nervous.
"You obviusly aint got a clue who the fuck you talkin too, show some respect, or I'll lay yo bitch ass on the ground....Back tah business though. Show me my snow." Came the now obviously angered tone, it was hard too tell who was talking, as the smoke become more and more apparent in the room.
" Fuck man, I'll show my love when you earn it...Heres yo shit." H.M straightened his posture and threw an oversized bag onto the table in front of him. He watched the leaders eyes get bright as he unzipped the bag and pulled out a kilo of cocaine. Ripping part of it pen and taking a long sniff, he reluctantly revealed a bag of his own.
" Ahhh, hahaha, I like the way you do business...But I don't like you." said the man, standing up and pulling out a .50 caliber Desert Eagle and showing it into H.Ms chest the cold barrel making an indent in his cheap leather coat. The man took a sniff and in an authorative voice screamed " FUCK THE SAINTS!!! " And a gunshot filled the club, followed by screams from the dance floor. H.M fell limply too the floor and JAckal pulled out a nine of his own, pressing it too the mans head.
" What the fuck!? You forget I was here? That was my brotha man!? What the fuck!? " Screamed Jackal as he pulled the trigger and splattered the wall with a mans brains....
Thats the preview, tell me if I should actually make this story, or leave it at this.
"You got my shit, runnah?" The voice demanded and too a normal person, it would've intimidated.
"Yeeahhhh, I got yo shit, now wheres my green? You aint gettin nothin t'ill we see our green." Replyed H.M with little respect in his tone. This seemed too anger the person he was speaking too, and Jackal, the one standing next too him, seemed too get nervous.
"You obviusly aint got a clue who the fuck you talkin too, show some respect, or I'll lay yo bitch ass on the ground....Back tah business though. Show me my snow." Came the now obviously angered tone, it was hard too tell who was talking, as the smoke become more and more apparent in the room.
" Fuck man, I'll show my love when you earn it...Heres yo shit." H.M straightened his posture and threw an oversized bag onto the table in front of him. He watched the leaders eyes get bright as he unzipped the bag and pulled out a kilo of cocaine. Ripping part of it pen and taking a long sniff, he reluctantly revealed a bag of his own.
" Ahhh, hahaha, I like the way you do business...But I don't like you." said the man, standing up and pulling out a .50 caliber Desert Eagle and showing it into H.Ms chest the cold barrel making an indent in his cheap leather coat. The man took a sniff and in an authorative voice screamed " FUCK THE SAINTS!!! " And a gunshot filled the club, followed by screams from the dance floor. H.M fell limply too the floor and JAckal pulled out a nine of his own, pressing it too the mans head.
" What the fuck!? You forget I was here? That was my brotha man!? What the fuck!? " Screamed Jackal as he pulled the trigger and splattered the wall with a mans brains....
Thats the preview, tell me if I should actually make this story, or leave it at this.
