The Kill Pt. 2

The young man sat on the old couch in the large trailer and
looked around all of the trinkets reflecting the sunlight from outside
and he thought to himself, "This place looked just like a house in the
hood." This would usually put him in a comfortable zone, but the house
filled with various, large white me did not fill his heart with any
type of comfort. He was afraid to look into the eyes of the men in
that house. He knew evil when he saw it in the eyes of men, and when
he looked in the eyes of his one of his old friend's boyfriend, he saw
the devil in those green eyes. His eyes were the eyes of the Serpent.
His friend stood out in the Crystal Springs sun and soaked
up every positive thought the sun rays could offer her while smoking
her last cigarette. In her mind, this was merely a bump in the road.
She knew the relationship she had with Crystal Springs' biggest meth
manufacture was temporary. Her beauty was too much for him to have
complete control over. Her mind was too beautiful for him to mold. She
would escape and she would escape soon.
The young man who sat in the living room listened to the
men in the house's conversation and it was like being surrounded by
people from an entirely different country. They talked livestock and
crops as though they were gardener, but the small boy who sat on that
couch knew that this was a code. Their words were merely a disguise
for their true meaning and his extensive street knowledge and his
instinct told him he was in the presence of some very dangerous men,
some men who were not afraid to take his life.
He got up without so much as a word and left for the same
positive sun rays his friend had been soaking in. The leader of this
dangerous gang of men watched every step the young man took until he
walked out of the door, and the young man knew it. The devil had
picked his target, striking the nerves of the young man so much, that
the cigar he pulled out of his pocket was like walking toward Heaven
and inhaling the smoke was like walking into those pearly gates.
He looked at his old friend from afar to peer at her
beauty, a beauty as rare as blue rose, or a child with a green and
blue eye, dimples, and brown skin. Her beauty was the lone sun ray
that rose from the earth, and in his mind, it was a shame to see such
beauty entrapped by man made metals. He walked toward her and simply
asked her, "What you finna do?"
She looked up into his eyes and saw the fear that rested
inside of his pupils. Out of all the years she had known this young
man, she had never seen the young man afraid of anybody or anything.
She used to look up to him for it. She seen him go in places where
most were scared to venture. She seen him live in places where even
police wouldn't enter, and she remembered him telling stories of his
whereabouts with a smile. But there was no smiles in his eyes today.
He had been petrified, and it became very real to her the existence
she had found herself in.
A part of her wanted to coax her friend's fear, but she
knew of his pride and she knew he didn't want to alert her of anything
that was going on with him internally. She shook her head simply and
he told her with his eyes to get inside of her car. He hopped inside
of the ninety's model Toyota with her jumping behind the steering
wheel. His voice had no shake in it, but the fear could be heard just
the same. "I have to go." She looked upon him. She had known something
was definitely wrong now, being as they had just gotten back to her
hometown and he was already ready to leave. The young man was the type
to endure a little bit of pain to ensure the happiness of his loved
ones. That was what most of his friends loved about him. His unselfish
nature.
So for him to be ready so quick struck fear in her heart
for her friend, almost to the point of tears. She knew she had no
choice but go get him out of there. She had wished she could have
stayed with him, but the fact that she had to return to her existence
brought a sadness upon her heart, a sadness that would drive most to
the brink of suicide.
She cranked her car as her boyfriend watched from the
blinds. The young man could feel the Serpent eyes burning into the
car, peering at both of them. She drove off and for a moment, they
both relaxed in their carseats, with the young man inhaling the smoke
as though it was just as needed as air. The ride was relaxing. He
wondered where they were going for a second, but he dismissed the
thought, simply happy that they were away from the Devil's Den.
When they pulled in front of what looked like an old county
jail, he gave her this strange look, a look that asked her, "What are
we doing here?"
She answered his eyes, "I have to clean up a set of
bathrooms real quick before it gets dark."
"That's cool." The young man stated, but in his mind it
really wasn't. He didn't want to be there either, but he figured it
was alot better than being at her house.
He walked in with her after they had removed the cleaning
supplies from out of the trunk in her car. The place had reminded him
of the inside of a prison. He saw men losing their souls behind these
walls. She started immediately by spraying urinals with cleaning
solution, probably the same urinals where men had lost their
virginities. She handed him a hose and a container that held the
cleaning solution and without words, she asked him to help her clean.
He had sprayed the urinals next to hers and the
pressured water mixed with the cleaning solution washed away the
grime. This brought the young man a happiness that was much needed.
He imagined what it would be like if he were able to do that with the
world, just wash away all of the evil. This made him work even faster,
cleaning two or three urinals to every one of his best friend's. She
looked over and saw the smile on his face and that in turn made her
smile. She had always loved his smile.
Then his concentration was broken when this broken down
man dressed like a hobo came from behind him, begging for a cigarette.
"I don't smoke cigarettes, homie."
Then the hobo turned around to face his friend. "What
about you, Barbie Doll?"
She gave the hobo a look of disgust. She hated being
called Barbie. Then her face transformed into a look of fear when she
saw her boyfriend standing behind the hobo. He opened a pack of
Marlboro 100's and handed him one of the long cigarettes, "Here you go
friend." The young man looked at her boyfriend and with a smile of
pure evil, he greeted the young man, "Sissy boy!" He placed his arm
around the young man's shoulder and patted his chest. Her boyfriend
turned her attention to her. "You forget something?" He let his
embrace go and shook the pack of Marlboro 100's in front of her face.
He could tell in her face that he was agitating her, but sense that
was his whole purpose, it didn't bother him that anger was rising in
her eyes. He smiled. "I tell you what. I'll give a fifty/fifty deal."
He took out a row of cigarettes and placed them in his pocket and
placed the box in his shirt pocket. He patted the young man on his
shoulder hard, and added, "Give me a few minutes with him."
The evil eye her boyfriend shot her young friend was not
unnoticed. He went back into the building and the young man looked
behind him toward his best friend and asked with a smile, "I guess I
gotta go get those, don't I?" She looked at him with eyes that pleaded
with him not to go back there, but for a moment, that fearless man she
had known for so long had returned as he followed the path of her
boyfriend.
When he entered the first room it looked like a place that
was supposed to be the sink. He looked at the young woman and the
large white man that stood above her. He knew what was going on there,
just like he knew it was none of his business. He kept walking and
passed another white man who looked like a mad scientist. He began to
notice that all of the men looked at him like he was a lesser being,
like a piece of meat. The Serpent's wolves were staring hungrily at
his young frame. He never realized how big the men were and how small
he was.
When he reached her boyfriend, he stood in front of the
large man who was accompanied by an even bigger man and his eyes held
courage for a mere second. The larger man removed a stool from
underneath the sink and placed it in front of the young man. He looked
upon the men as they were trees that only grew bigger and bigger. He
was scared now. The boyfriend looked at his bigger friend and asked
him, laughing, "Your prison or mine?"
The bigger man threw a disregarding gesture, "Oh I'll
just get some later. You could go ahead."
The young man knew what was going to happen now. He had
heard about what had happened to young men in the prison system. He
had seen it on movies and television alike but he never thought it
would happen to him, but here he was standing at the face of his fate
and he still couldn't let a scream escape his mouth. The boyfriend
smiled. "You know you can scream?" The young man's mouth didn't move
an inch and the devilish smile he loved to showcase so much flew
across his face. "Hard ass huh?" He laughed. "You don't have to scream
now....but you will."
The men from the other rooms flooded in behind them and
subdued the young man. The boyfriend bent him over and pulled his
pants down slowly, licking his lips in anticipation. He smacked him on
the ass before forcing himself upon him. Tears formed in the corners
of the young man's eyes and he gritted his teeth in pain as the men
and woman around laughed loudly. His screams soon came as pain
unimaginable filled every cell in the young man's body.
Twenty minutes later, the young man walked down that long
corridor of rooms wiping tears and sperm off of his face as he
listened to the laughter from behind him. He thought about the
boyfriend's last statement, "That'll teach you to come into my house
and leave without so much as a word, nigger. Like you're better than
us! You are a nigger, and will always be a nigger! Tell your nigger
friends what happened to you when you ventured into the white man's
land without an invitation. Maybe that'll teach your kind respect for
the white man." He remembered all of them laughing as he cowered on
the floor, shell shocked from the events that just took place. "Oh
yeah, and if you ever tell my Barbie what happened here, I won't kill
you. I doubt I'll ever be able to find one nigger throughout the
thousands of rats where you most likely populate, but I will kill her,
and I will kill her entire family and their blood will be on your
hands. Hope your day gets better when you leave, fish." He remembered
the horrible laughter that followed when he pulled his pants up and
turned on his heel to leave.
When he entered the room where Barbie stood waiting, she
looked at her friend's distant stare and she knew something drastic
had happened to him. She saw the tearstains on his face and every
instinct in her being wanted to comfort him, but something told her
not to. She could feel the hatred emanating off of his body, hatred
for everybody and everything. "Are you okay?"
He heard the concern in her voice, but it didn't
matter. The hatred in his heart overpowered everything from his past.
It no longer mattered who his friends were. He no longer cared about
people he had known his life. He hated every white person that walked
the face of the planet, including the sun ray that stood in front of
him. He couldn't offer her a smile. His heart was wrenched with pain.
His face was expressionless. With a distant stare and a promise to
kill every man and woman who was in that building, including his best
friend, he answered, "Nothing."