ody Carson stood atop a warehouse in the fading sunlight. His foot on the peak and his black underarms tight against his body but the white T-shirt blowing in the wind. His hair fluttered and his black cargo pants slowly moved. He turned and walked down the edge of the roof. It was slanted and ripped with metal. Cody made his way to the duffle bag on the other side of the roof. He took off the white T-shirt and stuffed It into the bag puling out a black ski mask and pulling it over his own. He told himself he was just going to look around and see how many assholes Justin had with him. Apparently, he was becoming popular with the scum of the earth. Justin was his target, any he would go throw any son of a bitch to get to him. He killed Cody’s unborn child, and if given the chance he would replay the favor. Cody pulled the ski mask up and looked into the bag again, pulling out a knife that he stuck in his boot, and a dagger with a razor sharp blade. HE stun it in his hand and then placed it in the sheath hooking it to the back of his belt. HE then pulled out the nine millimeter pistol, and strapped it on the right side of his belt, checking to make sure it was loaded he smiled and turned to watch the sun fall across the desert plain. “How could my best friend do that to me?” He questioned himself out loud. “Why?” He asked. “IS this for real or is he playing us all? Could he really be psycho? Or is it just a game to him.” Cody smirked as the last raises of sunlight faded away and darkness blended him into the roof. His eyes changed and he was now a man on a mission. He crept across the roof and slid down onto the edge of the building, letting himself fall onto a crate, he flipped off and land silently. He stayed in that ducked down position moving slowly to the door . He opened it and grabbed the dagger out of the sheath, hooking a man around the head and pulling him into a corner.
“Who the…”
“Shut up for my friend here will taste blood for the first time.”
“Yes sir.” The man whispered.
“Tell me, Where is Justin?”
“He is… Why should I tell you?” Cody moved the dagger to his throat and pressed a little, blood slowly started to flow from the impression and the man looked shocked.
“Reason enough?”
“He‘s up stairs, in the top level of the warehouse.” The man squirmed a little. “Please, trust in my words, you will not make it out alive.”
“Why not?”
“Too many guards.”
“Where?”
“With him.”
“Great.”
“Fuck you.” the man said, pushing backward, Cody quickly jabbed the dagger into his throat and the man fell dead.
Cody dropped into a crouch and started toward the stairs, he ran silently and hit the wall at full speed, running up as high as he could and then pushing off with all his might, jabbing the dagger into the hanging beam, he pulled himself up, and dropped split leg on it, Pulling the dagger out and looking up, HE jumped and grabbed the next beam pulling himself up and walking onto the platform, avoiding two of the three guard guarding the stairs. The third noticed movement and quickly went up the stairs to investigate. Cody ran up the wall again and drove the dagger home into another beam, pulling the boot knife out and gabbing it into the beam about a shoulder width away, he pulled himself up into a crevas, and wrapped his legs around a pipe. The guard walked right under him and looed out into the darkness, he looked down and cody slowly lowered himself behind the man. The guard had an ak 47 and looked like a gangsta. Cody Dropped behind him and crept up As the man turned around cody brought both the boot knife and the dagger into his chest, pulling them out and bringin them across again, cutting his throat and then kicking him in the stomach, sending him falling to the cement floor of the basement. Cody placed the dagger behind him in the sheath and whipped the boot knife at the guard coming up the stairs, taking him the the throat. Cody plowed through the Door and into A room where Justin was sitting with a shot gun leaved at him. HE pulled the trigger and Cody flow back through the wall and….
“Cody? Cody? Cody wake up.” Came a females voice.
“No….” Cody tried to scream but he was dead how could he scream.
“Cody. Cody…” Carmen Dumas shook him and Cody opened his eyes. “Are you okay?”
“I gotta stop playin xbox before I go to bed.” Cody said, shaking his head. Suddenly there was a knock at the door, Cody jumped up and grabbed the 12 gauge from the wall, Walking and cocking it as he went. HE opened the door and leveled the gun at the person on the other side.
“Holy…” The man said, jumping backward and falling over the railing. A splash was heard and then Cody looked over the railing.
“Sorry Mikey.”
“It‘s alright.” the scrawny guy said as he pulled himself to the edge of the pool, and out, then back up the stairs. “Whats the gun for?”
“Justin.”
“Dude, that’s what I was coming to talk to you about.”
“They got him?” Cody asked with hope in his voice.
“The feds?” Mikey scoffed. “No.”
“Then what?”
Mikey looked past him to carmen and then smiled at her. “Hey sweets.”
“Mikey…” She said with a smile.
“Tristan and the Rest for Kruise Kontrol has the son of a bitch.” Mikey said to Cody. You wouldn’t know it from his appearance but Mikey was the brains behind Kruise Control. Tristan Kruise was the leader of the gang, but Mikey was the brains.
“I thought he hated…”
“Look bro, he heard what happened to your little lady and Kruise is a sucker when kids get hurt… No matter how old?”
“So what’s up?”
Mikey strokes his Goatee. “Well, You know where the warehouse is right…”
Cody nodded yes.
“Well, its outside of city limits and there have been accidents happen out there. You know people getting beat to death.”
Cody grabbed Mikey and pulled him in. “I want him for myself… twenty minutes.”
“Bro of course. Anything for you my man.”
Cody looked back at Carmen and sighed. “Come here.” She moved to him and he wrapped his loving arms around her. “Everything will be alright in a couple of hours.” Cody said, pushing her away and kissing her. “You don‘t have to come.”
“I don‘t want to… I‘m gonna go stay with dom.”
“Ok.” Cody hugged her one last time. They both knew that it might be the last time if shit didn’t go as planned. Cody turned and walked away with the determination of a man that was fighting for his life, family, and most of all revenge.
Dos.
The warehouse. Well, it wasn’t really a warehouse. It was more of an open area where gang differences where settled. It gained the name the warehouse from… Hell if I know. There wasn’t even a building around. Some punk probably said something like Take him to the warehouse and it just got the thought in the persons mind that no one could here them scream. In al reality, no one could hear you scream. It was out in the middle of no ware… so the feds couldn’t stop it and no one could get changed for ‘accident‘. Normally there are several people here when a fight is going on. But not this day. Today there are maybe four. Mikey and Carson standing on the far side of buy some crates for sitting. Justin locked in a cage to keep him in the same fucking place and Tristan Kruise. A cocky young man that hates Codv Carson but loves kids. Cody nods at Kruise who flips him off and stares at him. Cody takes off his hoodie and more people show up. People coming to watch this fight. “Word travels quick eh code?”
“Guess so.” Cody said, taking his gaze off of Tristan and staring at Justin. He grabbed his tape and started to tap his hands.
“TRADER!” Justin yelled at him punching the metal bars.
“You gonna be ok with this psycho.” Mikey Asked holding Cody’s wrist straight as he tapped it.
“He‘s not the psycho I‘m worried about.” Cody said looking at Mikey. There was something different in his eyes something that told Mikey if Cody had the chance he was going to cause an accident.
“Man, if anything happens…”
“Mikey.” Cody said grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in face to face. “Look after Carmen and don‘t break this fight up. If I get hurt or worse. Look after my future wife.”
“Dude…”
“LET HIM OUT!” Carson yelled and Tristan pulled the pins of the door. It fell and Cody walked into the circle of people. As the door fell Justin walked out and stared at Cody.
“Trader.” Justin spat at him.
There was no love in Cody Carson’s eyes but in Justin’s there was nothing. There was no one inside him. HE was lost, swirling around inside himself. Cody quickly put that out of his mind. This man… thing killed his child. His unborn child. Something that couldn’t defend its self. The rage built up inside him again. “You….” Cody said through gritted teeth. “You killed my baby.” Cody rushed in in a blind rage, every punch that he through founds in mark on Justin’s skull. Pain was nothing for Cody. Physical pain hurt yes but when you attack Cody Carson’s heart you pain more dearly then any. Justin swung back at Cody. Cody moved out of the way and was right back on him landing right after right to Justin’s face. Justin fell to the ground and took Carson with him, Cody came up on top of him punching in in the face. Suddenly an image flash in front of Carson, a younger Cody and Justin playing hooky to go and hit on some older girls, and a couple of boys jumped them. Justin defend Carson, getting busted open and still fighting. Cody froze as he looked down and seen that young man in front of him. The image quickly went away as Justin’s huge fist connected with the jaw of Cody Carson. Cody rolled off and then up to his feet. This wasn’t the boy he knew, this was an animal. “How does it feel not being able to defend your self.”
“Do not speak to me trader.” Justin Rushed in blood coming from his eye and slammed headfirst into Cody’s sternum. The impact sent waves of dizziness over Cody and before he knew it the ground came up on him. Boot after boot landing into his ribs Cody was lifted off the ground as he tried to get up. Justin landing a huge right to Carson’s face sending him flying through the air and landing on the crates he was standing by with Mikey. They didn’t break and Cody grabbed his back, spitting out blood from the shot. He pushed himself up, knowing that this fight was for his family. The two squared off again Justin through a quick punch but Carson moved to the side, kicking him in the stomach and then punching him in the back of the head. Justin staggered and fell face first into the dirt. Justin gets up and rushes Carson again. He misses another punch and his arm slips into the bar of the cage. Cody kicks his arm and its snaps at the elbow. Cody continues to punch Justin in the face the anger and the rage all swelling up in one big burst. This was the man that hit his woman, killed his child, blamed Cody for not going to war, made Carson’s life hell over the past month. This was the man and this was Cody’s time to repay him for everything. Justin fell down and Carson started to kick him into the bars, blood started to flow from Justin’s mouth and Cody continued to kick. He pulled Justin up and Started to land knee after knee to the mans face. Cody couldn’t even fathom what he was doing. He just knew that he was getting his revenge. Justin fell bleedin bloody and broken. Cody put his foot on his throat and started to push. He was going to end it all. But then he stopped. Looked down at Justin covered in dirt and blood and spit on him.
“Its over.” Cody said walking over to Mikey Justin was pretty much dead. Only a hint of life left in him. He was most likely gonna bleed to death out here and no one would care. “Suffer you son of a bitch.” Cody said taking off the torn wife beater and washing his face with the water Mikey brought. He pulled on his hoodie and spit the blood out of his mouth. HE looked back at Justin laying cold on the ground un moving. “The cost of Treason is Death.” As Cody and mikey load up and everyone leaves Justin Manity lay there. Suddenly, his eye shot open. We fade to black.
Fuck off, before I traumatize you for life. If blood, violence, gore, stupid humor,religious jokes, sexist jokes, and a whole lot of fucking sound a little too outrageous for your tastes, then grab your purse, adjust your skirt and get the fuck out of my sight. 