Part Two: THE UNDERTAKERS, Volume Two: "SOLDIERS OF DEATH"
The Undertakers, is a series of fictional short stories (roughly based on true events) written by Samuel and Magida.
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Part Two:
Volume Two: Soldiers of Death
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They head back to the pool hall, trying to play it cool so the girls don’t notice what they’re up to.
Lil Jax and Knuckles are back at the pool hall having a beer, when Savage and Vicious burst through the front doors. Vicious puts his hands on both their shoulders, “We got these motherfuckers,” he says to them.
Without any hesitation they immediately jump out of their seats and the four of them rush out the back doors of the pool hall and load into the G-Ride. They’re each strapped with a Mac 10 and 9mm. “Okay, this is how it’s gonna go,” Vicious begins, “Me and Knuckles are going in, you two boys wait in the car and keep a lookout. Pull up and park on the side street. Knuckles, this is your time to shine kid.” Vicious grabs Knuckles by the shoulder.
Tonight would be Knuckle's very first mission, and what better opportunity than to seek reprisal on the guys who killed his very own brother. This here meant something.This here was personal.
As they make their way to Baltimore Street they turn off their headlights and scope out the house carefully. It's a dark, foggy and quiet night, but they can hear the music blasting loudly out of the house. People partying, as they recklessly make their way in and out the front door. The house sat on top of a set of stairs, and the walkway stretched out about fifteen feet, with a small waist high fence separating it from the sidewalk.
“Alright, this is the deal. Knuckles, you keep point and whoever runs out you open fire, make sure you see who it is though, I’m running in, so make sure you have my back and watch who you’re shooting.” Vicious makes his way to the gate and reaches over to unlock it. He looks up and fifteen feet away - the front door opens, and it's one of the girls that they had met earlier at the payphone, she looks over and says “Oh hey,” then looks back over her shoulder into the house, “Your homies are here!”
Without hesitation, Vicious gets through the gate and rushes towards the front door, pushing her out of the way, firearm ready. As soon as he meets the gaze of his enemy he opens fire, pumping three rounds into him. Vicious goes to take another shot and his gun jams, he quickly pulls back the slide and as the round falls to the ground- the gun jams again.
“Fuck.” Vicious pulls back quickly when he notices someone reaching for a shotgun. The guy takes a shot and as the explosion of the gunshot blasts against the door frame, it misses Vicious only by an inch. The ringing in his ear begins and he runs out the way he came in.
On queue, Knuckles opens fire with his auto MAC 10, pushing the crowd of people back.
As soon as Vicious reaches Knuckles, they hit the ground running, heading back to the side street where Lil Jax and Savage are ready to go. The sounds of retaliatory gunfire fill the air and Vicious and Knuckles laugh hysterically jumping into the G-ride and take off. Exhilaration and excitement in their voices as Vicious shouts, “Fuck yeah, motherfuckers!”
The boys make their way back to their Club House in the alley between York and Fayette. Tonight was a big night for Knuckles- tonight is the night that Knuckles earns his crown with the Soldiers of Death.
As they gather in the backyard, Vicious grabs the iron brander that sits encased in the Club House, while Savage grabs the torch. “Tonight our very own will be crowned,” Vicious begins, “Knuckles has shown his loyalty with the Soldiers of Death from the very beginning…. loyal to the crown and to all those who’ve earned it.” While Vicious continues the coronation, Savage torches the brander until it's glowing red.
There is trepidation in Knuckle's eyes, as he pulls his shirt up. He’s anxious to earn his stripes tonight and he stands with pride and purpose. As Vicious finishes his speech, “Stand strong soldier.” Vicious pushes the crown into Knuckle's chest, searing the layers of the skin in his chest. The sound of sizzling, and smell of burning flesh fills the air, and as he pulls the torch away, all that's left is the crown forever imprinted into his skin.
….The plan of reprisals comes next…..
THE END
