I was at school.
I just want to keep that in mind that I was at school. I went home. Who the fuck is Lynn? I went to school. I was at school...
I went home...
After...
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He pulled out. Maybe it was an age thing. His dick slipped out of her. Chickie put her hand over her pussy. She grinned, "Come back and visit. I'll give you a tip." she stuck her tongue out. "I'm tired. Like thirty minutes—my dick is numb. What did you tell me to put on it."
"Baby oil." she sat up and pushed her back against the headboard. "How old are you?"
"Fucking sixteen..." Chickie cocked a brow. He sighed, "fifteen."
"Well, I'm twenty-two. You mighty big for a fifteen-year-old."
"I got gigantism." said Magna Carta. "So, can I have my twenty-five dollars?"
"Sure, let me get my purse." His eyes locked on to thin strap of hair on her pussy. A thought came to him, he should have ate her out for a few extra dollars.
Chickie got out of bed and went to her dresser. "Why you prostituting yourself anyway. You young." She grabbed the wad of money laying in the dresser. "I got kicked out of school." he answered.
"Why?" she walked back and handed him the money. Chickie moved to the door, she exited to the room across from her room. "I'm finna take a quick shower. You can have a piece of cake if you want."
"No thank you, ma'am!"
He heard the running of the shower. "so, you said you got kicked out of school. Why?" she shouted. Magna got up and moved to the hall. He stood by the bedroom door. "I killed somebody."
"Damn, should have minded my business. When?"
"Half a year ago." he leaned on the wall. "Why?" she sung. "Are you in the shower?" he questioned. "Yeah... why?"
"Can I come in?" he stepped towards the door. "You a weird little boy."
"Where are you from?"
"Venezuela. Why you ask?"
"Just curious. You're really pretty."
"Esta pidiendo una novia?"
Magna Carta laid his hand on the bathroom door. His neck twitched. "I don't know what you're saying."
"DO YOU NEED A GIRLFRIEND NEGRO?"
"no..."
"entonces por que cojones preguntaste!"
He put his hand on the knob and slowly turned it. "Can I ask you a question!" Chickie sighed, "What!"
"Are you working for the cartel?" Chickie stepped in the shower. "Can you look in my dresser and get me my PINK gown."
Magna Carta parted from the door and went to the bedroom. He opened the dresser to the left of the wall and then towards the window on the left. "Pretty..." he picked up her yellow panties. Red ones under a black thong.
That wasn't what she asked for. What about her lace bra? He grabbed that too with the black thong. Magna brought the clothes back to the door. "I got what you wanted."
He opened the door and dropped the clothes on the counter. "Can I see?"
"¿Qué te pasa, Negro? You saw me in bed and now you wanna see me in the shower?"
He glowered, "You said I could have cake?"
"Downstairs. Since you're homeless."
Magna walked his naked ass downstairs. The kitchen was next to the stairs. He went to the fridge and took a juice pack out. "I like caprisun." He looked around the kitchen while drawing the juice from a straw. "I need a knife. I'm horny again."
He grabbed a knife off the sink and paced upstairs. His steps quicken, he entered the bathroom and tugged on the curtain. Magna stabbed Chickie in her side, she held her waist, he stabbed her twice in the stomach.
Chickie sunk to the bottom of the shower. He put the knife under her neck. "I'm really fucking high on Epiphany right now." his voice sultry and low. "Where's La Dama's ring?"
She winced "Me apuñalaste, no te voy a decir una mierda!"
"Whine."
"I'm not fucking whining! It's not hers to begin with!"
"Listen," he cut her chest. "You fine, I like your body."
"So what you wanna eat my fucking soul too!"
"I'm on a diet. But where is the ring. You possed as one of her daughters."
"It's fucking easy too. They all look like shit..."
"I can't even say that's racist... what you really mean is they look like terrible dolls?"
"Hell no!" she spat in his face. "La puta tiene la puta araña diabólica. Ella tiene una casa trampa falsa en México"
Magna pressed the knife under her neck, "English."
"Fucking FAKE. Shit!" she yelled. "Everything is fake. She's sucking all of mexico dry."
"Cool." he got up and closed the curtain. "Also," he pulled it back. "Can we fuck again or like... no?"
"What the fuck!"
"Cause I wasn't wearing a condom, you gon call me?"
Chickie blinked.
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Magna Carta asked, "How much?"
"Depends. What you want?"
He wasn't sure what he wanted. "I want the magic. I don't care about the fangs. Maybe some bitches."
"Bitches!?" the man over the phone howled. "You wanna fuck or somethin'?"
He shrugged. "I guess. I like blow jobs." He scratched the back of his head. The man on the phone was grinning, "do you touch yourself to porn? What kind of nasty shit you into?"
"Nigga. Tell me how do I get it!" he yelled. "Asking me a whole lot of fuck shit."
"ok, ok, so... I think I got a mission for you. La Dama's fat stupid ass is in Mexico. Ask a nigga named Paleyo. He got a twin named Tomas."
"Then what?"
"Fuck them. They supposed to be carrying shipments to the Ghytto, we got a famine. We ain't heard nothing."
"So, what you want me to do?"
The man over the phone leaned in his chair. "You don't want to be a vampire, you just wanna lay in titties." He wiped the corners of his mouth. "I'll put a good word in for you. You working hard."
He still didn't know what he wanted from the streets. He was half black and white and some days he asked himself. My hair is tight, it fits against my scalp. But other kids with my skin, they behave differently. Some kids I know are like me and listen to Hip hop or R&B. And then I know others like me, that have fangs and wear flashy jewelry.
They were like him, some in color. Yes. They matched him in skin but not in power. He was one and another, but he wanted to be them.
They had it all, and looked so proud. To have a heritage. To have legacies of triumph. All he heard from black folks was beatings and dishonesty.
What was it like to be... them, they, somebody.
"I'll do it... just tell me what."
He snickered, "I need some bodies. Go to Damaso. Go to Sinaloa. You still got the charm, right?"
"Sinaloa?" he rested his left hand in his pocket. "Get some bodies?"
"One, check on shipments. Two, I need the bodies of Medard and Vassilli, I need them for a project."
"What project?"
"You gon meet yo brother..."
"I don't have a brother..."
"But the house burned down, that's why you burning."
"What?"
The phone hummed. He ended the call.
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Magna Carta exited the portal. 'I should check the shipment first.' His phone buzzed in his pocket. He retrieved it and opened a text.
Counter999: Imma really fuck myself up like this but if I get 9,999. Ooo, boy.
Tr34tM3r1T3: What the fuck are you going on about?
Counter999: If really worked. So anyway, get some new houses and check where the shipment going.
Tr34tM3r1T3: Who?
Counter999: Damaso has the shipments. As for the bodies, get a shovel.
Tr34tM3r1T3: You could have told me beforehand.
Counter999: Shut the fuck up
Counter999: I left a shovel, asshole.
Counter999: So, this what happens. I need the bodies for a project. I have to tell G.O.D. What happened to the supply. Afterwards, I have another job for you. Guess what the reward is?
Tr34tM3r1T3: Surprise me.
Counter999: You're very own gold chain 😀 like a real gangsta.
Counter999: Happy Birthday little nigga 😭
Hooray, he thought. Another message.
Counter999: Los Mochis 81333, La Sucursal Jiquilpan
"What the fuck..." he hissed. If he did everything, he could have a medallion. He didn't want to ask he wanted to be surprised.
He thought as he stood in the middle of nowhere. There were some tents around and makeshift home from metal. "Damn." he merged into the camp. A begger holding his sombrero out. Magna rubbed his pants leg with his thumb. No money.
He saw a stand handing out food. A man was there swearing in Spanish. He wore no top nor pants, just him and his underwear.
"¡Joder, te pagué!"
"¿Con qué me pagaste?" yelled the man behind the stand. "¿Con tu puta imaginación?"
"¡chúpame la polla!"
He walked pass the commotion. The naked man saw Magna, "Oye Blackie, te robaron dinero. Págale a este hijo de puta."
In Magna Carta's mind, 'I just got called a nigger. Ow.'
He kept walking. More tents and a small line of people covered in blankets with withered faces. 'That might explain it.' he motioned to the line. There was man in a dark cloak handing out pills.
A hand crept through a tent. It grabbed Magna's leg. "Let go!" he snatched it away. A little girl showed through the tent. She got out, her mother called her back in, she ignored her. "Dame dinero." He shook his left hand. The child pouted. Her mother smacked her leg, "Mueve tu trasero aquí, no te lo diré de nuevo."
She went back into the tent, "Pero mamá, tiene un halo."
"es uno roto." the mother pointed out. In darkness of the tent. Her eyes glimmered pink as she glared at him.
He walked on towards the line. A sharp pain went through his foot. Nothing on the ground and nothing at the bottom of his shoe but dirt. His vision waved, he looked back.
Dios no toca aquí
Her face turned dark, wrinkles under her eyes and child made from cloth. She closed the tent.
At the line of people, a woman passed him with a cup of blood. She bore a smile and sniggered. "I'm looking for Damaso!" he called out.
The line looked at him. "Me?" said a soft-spoken voice. He raised his hood, revealing a dark face. "What do you want? Eres vampiro o humano."
"vamp--" he closed his lips and corrected his word. "Human."
"Really?" said the individual. "I'm Damaso." he started moving towards him. "I'm checking the shipment for Nine."
"No no," he grinned. "You here for bodies. That means I gotta get my truck."
"He told me..."
"Nigga's a massive liar. I tell you, on the day of judgment people will give account for every careless word they speak, Matthew 12:36."
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Magna stood by a trash can with a dog lying down. The dog moved once to lick his nuts. He snapped at a fly. Finally, Damasco pulled up with the truck. In the back of the truck's open tonneau. On the bed's walls, markings of dirt and what he assumed to be dried blood.
"Get in the back." he thrusted his thumb behind his shoulder. Magna hopped in the bed. On the right-side corner, he saw a full human head. Towards the end, a set of fingers with a fly or two. "Where are we going?"
"You picking up bodies for Nine. Afterwards, you checking on shipment which is easy, I can just tell you that. And you tell that nigga, the house moved." Damasco rolled up a stick of marijuana and used the car lighter to make a flame. He put it to his lips and turned on the radio to Spanish rap.
"Pick up bodies, I told you." The car rolled. Magna stood up in the bed, glimping at Damasco through the rear window. "What do you do?"
"Corpse Trafficking. You know the Ghytto don't you?"
"I've never been." said Magna.
"You a gangsta's son though. Childhood is something else ain't it?"
"What?"
"Too soon. When drop you off, there's a shovel and two coffins. They not rotten or missing limbs."
"Ok..."
"How old are you? With magic or without? And don't lie, it's addictive."
Magna squatted down; he eventually lowered his body fully with the truck hitting a bump. "I'm fourteen."
"Let me take my chances now. Big brother like in his 20s, he's gotta be 21 and the second 20. I can't remember when I was born. Do you?"
"1999."
"That's gotta be wrong as hell." He made a short-left turn and they left the camp. "What was that back there?"
"Mexicans." he said as if he didn't have to ask. "Mexico strange as hell, so the Spanish vamp is called the tlahuelpuchi. The culture different. Those people got kicked out of the house versus the legend saying they live with them." he began to smirk in the mirror looking back. "You know what a vamps favorite's thing is?"
"No?"
"Knocking. And I bet yo dumb ass answer."
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Magna Carta hopped out the bed of the truck. Again, there wasn't much grass and heap of rocks from one side to the next with clothes scattered about. "Where?" he looked back. "You see a mausoleum in the back," he pointed. "Pick em up."
"You not finna help me?"
"The lord said help yourself," he started up the truck and drove off. 'What the fuck have I done to myself?' Magna glowered.
He proceeded to the white mausoleum. Inside where boxes on boxes, flies hopping from wall to box and to a podium with a book. Chairs on the floor, on the walls were chambers for the dead with a dozen open but three had a body or a skeleton.
He said to himself, 'I don't wanna be in here.'
He tapped the option on the phone to turn on the flash light. A rat went by as the light came on. It dragged a third leg behind him, Magna's heart skipped a beat.
Going towards the wall with the chambers, he looked for names.
Cayetano Figureras above the first row of bodies
Consuela Bautista next to her
Antero on the bottom row
Natan Del going towards the top again passing Lurdes Tato and Daniela Caratti.
A vault burst open, a corpse still handing on. It reached for Magna Carta. "goteando en rojo." He backed away; a mouse squished under his feet. The vampire spilled from the chamber; it cracked its neck.
"Stay away!" the corpse vanished and appeared behind him. Taking a bit out of his neck. Wrapping their nails around his throat and clamping down. A tongue licked the skin. Magna jabbed his thumb in the eye and ripped away. The vamp disappeared, "Where are you?"
Again from behind, claws scratched Magna's side. Another vault bursted open, a body spilled out but it was pure bone. "entraste en mi casa..."
The vamp appeared in front of him, snapping their teeth. Magna balled up his fist and swung across the vampire's head. Dazed and vanishing in a plume of smoke. "tengo hambre!"
Coming from the side, the vamp nipped his right arm. He swung his fist down. He grabbed a box from the floor and chunked it across the mausoleum. The vamp appeared along the wall like a roach. He charged at it, belting it with his fist.
It hissed. "Estoy jodidamente hambriento!" It hung from a light in the mausoleum. Magna went towards the podium. He picked it up and threw it, hitting the damned thing across the torso. "no puedo morir!" Its jaw was covered in piercings.
"ᗷ ᗩ ᑕ K ᗯ ᗩ ᖇ ᗪ ᔕ"
Magna's ears began to ring. He stepped forward but his feet went back. He moved to the left but went to the right. "What the fuck!"
"escucha mi palabra!"
The power of word was such a simple form of magic. An African Latin mix, this he knew but wasn't aware of any Spanish ties. He didn't have that kind of magic, just bootleg charms.
Magna took a quarter sized charm from his pocket. A fire bomb, he threw it towards the vampire but the charm hit him in the face, leaving a burn mark.
His pants leg set on fire as the charm hit the ground, then the wood caught flame. He already owned one mark from a mystery. "dame tu cuello!"
The vampire hung from the ceiling and pounced on Magna. How was he supposed to move?
What was he supposed to do?
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Damasco blinked at the body. The vampire was shot in the head. As for Magna Carta, a hole in his chest and heart missing and the skin of his neck descending to his armpit.
"Damn," Damasco kicked the body. "Lost another brother."