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"Drop
the fuckin' knife or I swear to God I will blow your goddamned head
right the fuck off!" Lady screamed at Juan Baptista. "Do
it!"
"Chica,
I am gonna make sure you have a matching set of hands!" Juan
said as he jumped at Lady. She fired two shots and clipped his
shoulder. He grunted and jumped behind the couch. "I found my
blades, mujar" He said. "I am gonna chop your head off
now."
Lady ran into the kitchen and hid behind the counter while
reloading her gun. Anne's house was very small and did not leave much
space for cover. "Donde estas, corazon?" Juan
sang in a singsong voice as he twirled his blades in the air. Juan
Baptista, also known as John the Baptist, had a weapon that few could
understand let alone fight against.
Two butchers knives connected
with leather straps.
"Fuck
you, Baptist!" Lady said as she jumped up firing shots at him.
"How dare you fuckin' attack me here? There are rules!"
"Fuck
rules, nina. There are no more rules. Didn't you hear? 'The War' is
about to begin" Juan said. "So I figure, 'Juan, why not
take out your enemies before 'The War' starts?' So here I am."
Juan twirled the blades in circular motions before throwing them
through the air towards Lady so fast they made a sound.
"I
thought you was different, Baptist!" Lady said as she threw her
gun at Juan, hitting him in the nose. "Shoulda known not to
trust your bitch ass!" she said as she swung her metal stump at his
face connecting with his jaw. Juan shouted and kneed Lady in the gut,
dropping her immediately.
"Putamadre!"
he said as he wiped his chin. Blood ran out of his nose and down his
mouth giving him an almost clownish appearance. "Let me get 'Las
Chicas' to finish you off." He spat his blood on her back as she
lay on the ground holding her stomach and sucking in air as best she
could.
"What's
the matter, 'esse'? Can't fight a woman on your own?" Lady
taunted. "Do it ya self, bitch ass nigga..." she said. Juan
kicked her hard in the ribs, cracking them. Lady rolled with it and
brought a knife down on Juan's foot. He screamed and fell down, the
knife so far in his foot that as he fell it sliced from the middle of
his foot until it exited between his large toe.
Lady
heard gunfire from outside and shouting. Juan tried to get up but
Lady grabbed a bowling trophy of Anne's and slammed it hard across
Juan's face knocking him out cold. Anne burst into the room shortly
after breathing heavily.
"Jesus!
I need to move into a place on the first floor!" Anne said.
"What the hell is going on here?" She walked over to Lady
and slowly helped her up. "Is he out?" Lady nodded that he
was indeed unconscious. "Better make sure" Anne chuckled as
she sat on his chest and punched him repeatedly in the face. She
stood up and wiped the sweat from her brow. "Are you okay,
Ladine?"
"Yeah.
Sumbitch cut my shoulder and spit in my hair. Lucky I didn' kill his
monkey ass!" Lady said while rubbing her ribs. "I think he
broke a few."
"Damn
it!" Anne shouted.
"What's
wrong? My ribs will be fine" Lady said.
"Not
that! Did you have to
use my bowling trophy?!"
***
"I
heard something, brother", Anne said to Royce. They were at
Anne's place drinking coffee. "Something bad." Lady
returned from the kitchen with a glass of milk and a pack of Oreos.
"I
don't believe that shit for a second, Anne. I don't even know why you
wanna mention it to Royce" Lady said. "Albany and his
flyin' monkey's ain't stupid enough to start a war with us."
"Albany
has been getting reckless, Lady. You know that. You don't think he
was the one that sent John the Baptist for you?" Anne asked.
"This has been a long time coming. I just didn't think he would
be the one to start it" Anne said while looking at Royce. "I'd
hoped it would be you, Royce."
"If
'The War' does start, how the hell are we gonna fight it? There are
only three of us" Lady said. "Goin' against one of 'em is
hard enough. Imagine all them niggas comin' at us at once."
"That
doesn't concern me as much as the fact that Albany is choosing to use
outside help. I didn't think he was stupid enough to bring Solomon
and his super Nazi Van Housen into this. The Baptist can't be
trusted and the fact the he was sent to attack you alone means that
he knows it. Otherwise you would have been killed by Oberon and or
Djinn. Fuck." Anne placed her coffee down and rubbed her
temples. "Can you heat this up for me, dear?" Anne asked
Lady. Lady took the cup and headed to the kitchen.
"Royce,
we must strike first..." Anne began.
"Oh!
Don't forget about those chola bitches The Baptist brings with him
everywhere he be goin'!" Lady shouted from the kitchen.
"I
took care of them while they were waiting for The Baptist to be done
with you" Anne replied.
"What
you do?" Lady asked.
"I
shot them in the neck. They wont be able to help Juan eat solid food
soon let alone try to attack us. Anyway, Royce. We need to get them
before they get us" Anne said. Royce just continued drinking his
coffee. Anne took it from him.
"Ladine?
Can you heat up Royce's coffee as well?" Anne gave the cup to
Lady who sighed in annoyance.
"His
lanky ass can heat his own coffee up. Like I'm some damned slave or
something..." Lady muttered as she returned to the kitchen.
"Royce,
you have to help me do this. I can go and attack Albany at his place.
But he has so many cameras and weapons there that I would be killed
before I reached the lobby" Anne said. Royce looked at the
kitchen door. "Lady can you bring his coffee, please?"
"Jesus,
okay! Here! Hope you burn ya tongue" Lady said. Royce just
stared at the coffee. "I didn' put anything in it!" Lady
shouted. "Look" she said as she took a sip. "It's
fine." Royce took the cup and poured it out on the floor.
"Was
the really necessary?" Anne asked. "You're both like
children sometimes. Right now is not the time for us to begin
fighting each other. We need to be stronger and closer than we have ever
been." Anne sighed and took Royce's hand. "Brother, do you
still love me?" Royce took a napkin and dropped it on the puddle
of coffee that was soaking into the carpet.
"Is
that a yes or no?" Lady asked.
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