The Streets, Tai Goodman [early readers txt] 📗

listened to the banging of bullets that hit the sides of the safe. The bricks of the building began to crumble. Paintings, tables, and furtniture were damaged in unison. Windows and glass objects broke.

 

Damion: "And then he... Heheh... He HID IN A SAFE! That's just... Smart. Too smart."

 

Brenton: "No.. He just got lucky. Lucky enough that one of them bullets didn't come through the safe."

 

Efrain climbed out of the safe when gunfire died down. The mobsters were leaving in their cars. Before the last two entered their vehicle, the first one stopped the other and said, "Hey, you stay back and tell us if the coast is clear. Then we all get going." The mobster nodded and walked into the building. 5 minutes later, he came back out and said, "We're clear." 

 

Efrain pulled the man back inside, and said, "You're coming with me." 

 

 

Damion: "The next day, in the Detroit Institute of Arts.... They found the corpse of the guy he captured, posed like a mannequin on a stand. It was brutal. But Efrain was trying to send a message to Benjamin Tyrone: Not to mess with him or the bloods."

Chapter 3: High Winds

 DETROIT, MICHIGAN

MAFIA HEADQUARTERS
4:35 P.M

 

5 DAYS BEFORE THE MASSACRE

 

Damion: "Tyrone actually started the tension between him and Efrain. He himself broke into his house, and pissed off D'Myers." 

 

Benjamin pumped his shotgun and said, "This is the turf, let's bust in and hose 'em down!" 

 

The mafia kicked in the door and shot two people. Then they vandalized the house. Benjamin noticed a blood, injured, and trying to crawl away. "You're not going anywhere, boy!"

Benjamin fired and killed the man with a shot to the head. "Alright, boys. Let's move out. Oh... Steal the car, too." Benjamin's mobsters went outside and hotwired Efrain's vehicle. A squadron of the bloods rolled by the house. "Aww.. SHIT, WE'VE GOT COMPANY!" Four people, armed with weapons, fired at Benjamin who hid behind his car. "Son of a BITCH!"

 

Benjamin loaded a shell into the receiver of his shotgun. Then another. And another. And another. Four shells were loaded. He crawled underneath his car and aimed at the bottom of the gangster's vehicle. "Weakspot..." There was a visible transmission tank under the car. Benjamin fired, and caused a leak in the tank. He cocked it back, and a bullet came and hit the ground besides him. "Pop goes the weasel!"

 

Benjamin fired another shot, and ignited the transmission fluids, blowing up the car. "Jones! Bailey!"  

 

"Boss! We got his car!" 

 

"Good, cause we're gonna pull the fuck outta here with it!" Benjamin screamed back at them. Benjamin opened the door to Efrain's car and entered. "Drive, before we get shot! I'm not dying in a neighborhood like this!" 

The car sped away, as Efrain exited the bathroom of the house with a pistol out. "Where are you, you punk bitch?!" 

 

Benjamin was gone, and Efrain's teammates were dead. "No.... SHIT, NO!" 

Efrain sprinted outside and screamed, "YOU LITTLE SHITS! GET BACK HERE SO I CAN STUMP YOUR ASS!"

 

 

Brenton: "Efrain was PISSED off by Tyrone after that happened. I would've been too, but I wouldn't have been running around killing the white folks like some maniac. I would've left for Montana or something, because now you know that meant war." 

 

Damion: "Surprisingly, Efrain's brother didn't step in and help out, because he declined with cowardice that he was going to die with Efrain."

 

 

Benjamin saw the mirror of the car and noticed two police cars approaching. "Aww.. SHIT! WE GOT THE FUZZ ON OUR ASS! QUICK, gimme your gun!"

Benjamin rolled his window down and aimed at the cars with a Thompson submachine gun. "Eat lead, assholes!" Benjamin fired a couple of shots at the tires. The tires popped, and made the car swerve off the road and into a lake. "One more to go!"

Benjamin aimed, then a shot from somewhere else shot the driver of the police car, in his head. "WHOA, WHAT THE SHIT?" The car kept moving. "Hey, we gotta move!" They drove further on the right side, letting the police car pass them and run into a tree. "Someone else's got the same idea we do, keep an eye out!"

 

The mobster in the front seat was shot in the eye. Benjamin huddled down in the back. "Yep, he's got the right idea! Swerve all over the road so he can't aim right!"

Another shot hit the roof of the swerving car. Then out of nowhere, a civilian drove her car in front of them. "GO AROUND!" The car swang around it. Then a shot killed the driver. 

 

"SHIT! No NO NO!"

 

Benjamin opened the door and threw the driver out, then climbed into the front seat and sped away. Efrain, on top of a belltower with a hunting rifle, gave up his attempt to assassinate Tyrone. "My child... What are you doing?"

Efrain spun around to see the priest of the church. "None of your goddamned business."

 

"My son, the lord abhors violence!"

 

He shook his head and cocked the rifle back. "Mhm..." Another gunshot came from the belltower. 

 

 

Damion: "So... The chase and attempted murder of Tyrone ended with the murder of Father Justice. How? Now I have to warn you.. This might be graphic for some people.

 

*pulls out a photo with a corpse on it*   Thrown off the top of the belltower. Bad way to go, and a loooong way down. Now that Efrain was caught up in trying to kill Tyrone, he didn't want ANYBODY to stop him in his tracks. Or they would meet the same demise Tyrone would meet later on in this documentary." Chapter 4: Breaking the Gauge

After the Shooting that Day..

 

 Benjamin sat down with Paul. "Paul, I gotta tell you... I cheated death today. We were getting away, after we killed some of the bloods, and while we're being chased by police cars, two of them, someone starts shooting at us. Killed the cops and my two men."

 

"Damn. You see who he was?" Paul questioned him.

 

Benjamin sipped his Bourbon and told him, "Nope, I didn't get a good look. In fact I couldn't EVEN look. I would've got popped if I tried." Paul nodded and said, "Well... our men are ready to start the mutiny of this city. Just give me the command and I'll send 'em out for ya."

 

"Where are the locations?"

Paul unrolled a map of a small part of the city. "You gotta start small, then you grow in size. Like a newborn baby. We attack *here* and *here*, and we control those two places. Then we move up and multiply." Benjamin raised his glass. "Cheers to that."

 

 

Damion: "Paul Wasqual was Tyrone's apprentice and assistant. He helped plan the overthrowing of Detroit's areas that were available to control as a racket. NOW Paul was also on the list of Efrain's 'to get rid of' people. But he never knew that Paul existed. So the reason I say that is because I said earlier, 'Efrain's going to kill everybody in his way.' That includes people who help out Tyrone. Paul wasn't as criminal as Tyrone, but he was, still, assisting his crimes."

 

DETROIT

Baxter's Pawn Shop

6 days after the incident

 

 

Efrain walked into the pawn shop, and was greeted by Gary Baxter. "Heeyyy Efrain, what's up my man?" Efrain smiled and said, "What's going on Baxter?"

"Nothing serious." 

"Good.... Good......" 

 

He saw the room in the back. "Can I borrow that room back there?" Baxter threw his hand up and said, "All yours." Efrain walked back outside, and took a body out of the trunk. He carried it on his shoulder and entered the store. He kept his mouth shut.

 

All of a sudden, Efrain threw a bucket of water on the man and said, "WAKE UP! Wake the  FUCK UP!" Efrain broke the man's hands. "Alright... Who... the hell are you?" he said dripping wet.

 

"I'm the man who's gonna beat yo ass if you don't answer my questions!" 

 

Efrain pressed the button on his boxcutter and pushed the blade near the man's chin. "ALRIGHT, JEEZ! I'LL TALK!" 

"GOOD. NOW WHERE'S YOUR MOTHERFUCKIN' BOSS SENDING MEN NEXT!"

 

"T-THE PLACE ON SEVENTH STREET! TWO STORY HOUSE! HAS TWO GNOMES IN THE WALKWAY!" Efrain smiled and responded, "Okay. Thanks." Efrain broke his neck and left him there. He leaned on the counter in the store and asked, "What guns you got?"

Baxter held one finger up, meaning, "One moment." And he pulled out a Ruger with a silencer attached. "This piece here, is a Ruger MK II. I got the silencer from a black-market, um, this thing can shoot with high damage. Try it out!"

 

Efrain took it over to the shooting range in the back, and shot a hole, clean through the head of a target dummy. "Holy shit, I'll take it! How much?"

 

"I'll give it to you for 9 grand."

 

"Lower it."

 

"Fine, 4500."

 

Efrain aimed the gun at Baxter's head. "Lower..." 

 

"Jesus, alright! $2250!"

 

"LOWER."

 

"$1125! CALM DOWN!"

"Not low enough."

 

"FINE, JUST TAKE THE DAMN GUN!" Efrain smiled and said, "Nice doing business with you." Efrain turned and shot the dead mobster in the groin from where he was standing. "That's a big help."

 

Meanwhile, with Tyrone...

 

Benjamin arrived at a hotel room. He checked the note. "A117. This is it." He knocked on the door. Then it opened slowly. "Tyrone?" 

"Yeah, it's me. Let me in." Benjamin was allowed to enter, and walked into a room surrounded by New Yorkers in three-piece suits. "So.. this is your little pep squad. Huh?" Benjamin asked, laying a briefcase of money down.

"Yeah, I got dozens and dozens of them fuckers. We're willing to take that briefcase for our cooperation." 

 

"Good. Hey, Mr. Salvucci, can you do me a favor?"

 

"Yeah?"

 

"What's wrong with that clock right there?"

 

The crime boss looked at the clock, only to see it perfectly working. Then Benjamin shot him in the head and pulled out a grenade before the gang attacked. "HEY HEY.. Simmer down, simmer down!" The gang stopped moving. "Great. Now know this: You work for me now. First order of business, go tell your friends that their boss shot himself or something and that I'm the new boss."

 

 

Chapter 5: Wendigo