Experience ran down the street, hopping over a cart coming out of a hotel. They couldn't see it but she could. Aleigha made a sharp turn and sped forward. "Pistola." a revolver summoned in his right hold. He let go of the wheel. With a whistle from his lips, the window descended. He shot outside the window, holding his breath to steady his aim.
Experience's feet went so far as to hit the back of her own ass. A bullet soared through the Canada air but by Experience's sight. He swerved and Experience could see him grid the sidewalk. She screamed, her chest tightening as a car bumped her.
She landed and made haste to revive. She was gone again. "Leave me alone!" she bellowed. She went down an alley and jumped a fence. Aleigha stopped the car calmly and reloaded his gun. He ambled into the alley, as he came to the fence area, he went right through. He looked left and right.
He whistled, "Come hither little bitch. Don't you want some vampire dick?" he licked his fangs.
This was grass, she was supposed to be safe. She went through an ongoing basketball game. Experience hit one of the players, knocking him down. "What the fuck!" he voiced. He got to his feet and watch Experience run.
One of the players caught her by her shoulders. "Hold on bitch!"
She struggled to get away from him. She put her hands up and swung across his nose. "I'm in danger! Let me go!"
"Bruh, let that mayo bitch go!"
"Sweet! You making a sandwich nigga!" his friend joked.
"Let me go!" she hit him again, Swyettooth grabbed her hands. "Calm the fuck down."
Strange things, this boy was from Louisiana. What the hell was someone of cajun creole origin doing up in Canada? "What's wrong." he asked.
"You can't do anything for me--let me go!" he finally released her. Experience sprinted to the fence. "Stupid hoe…" said Swyettooth. His friend came beside him with the ball in his hands. "The exit is right there." he pointed to the streets. He watched her struggle to climb the chain linked fence.
The basketball players laughed as she fell to the court. Loose pointed to the street again. "Yo! Go over there, like what the fuck is you doing!"
Experience got to her feet. She jumped up and grabbed the fence, she put her sneaker into hole and hoisted herself up. Her foot slipped, her hand reached above her and her left foot followed. Her fingers of her right hand split grabbing the fence, Experience's index, and middle finger holding the fence. She climbed and fell again with her foot missing part of the fence.
"Nigga!" Loose stood flabbergasted. He looked back at his niggas, "What's wrong with her?"
"That bitch dumb for real…"
Swyettooth licked his gold tooth and marched to the white girl that struggled with everyday life. Experience cried as she faced Sweet above her. She screamed and scrambled across the court. "Racist…"
"Leave me alone!" she cried. "Bitch--" he licked his lips. "Fuck it!"
"I wanna die! I wanna die!" she rocked back and forth. "What the hell? I was trying to help you, what the fuck yo' problem?"
In front of his eyes, Experience's head hit the court and blood ran out her nose. "Stop it!" tears blinded her as her hair was pulled and bruised appeared on her face.
A girl on the court yelled, "Sweet! Leave that girl alone!"
"I'm not touching her!" he shouted.
Experience was dragged to her toes. Her hair waving above her. She flew towards the fence and vomited. "Leave!" her head went from side to side, her nose broke. The fence shook. From her eyes, Aleigha's fangs were out. "You got the nerve to fuck with a nigga, sell me out, impersonate my ass and think you finna go pass my eyes!" He kicked her again, forcing her to the ground and stomping her in her throat.
"Bruh, what the fuck is going on?" Loose blinked at the girl seeming to throw herself on the earth. "Crack." claimed Swyettooth. "It has to be crack. Lean, what else, heroin."
Loose shook his head, "Lean is really something something… she just jumping for joy."
"For real…" Toy came forward, watching the fiasco. "Bruh, she coughing and shit."
Loose looked to see Swyettooth going back to the tour bus. "Where you going?"
"If she is having an overdose or conniptions, I want no part of it."
"We should call somebody," Toy suggested. "You got a phone. Yo dumbass do it."
Experience passed out, Aleigha looked at Loose who couldn't see anything. "Yo, I think this bitch just died."
"I'm calling…" Toy pulled out her phone. Loose raced to slap it out of her hand. "Don't do none of that!"
"What the fuck!"
"I'll buy you another… nigga we don't see white people, we don't talk to white people, we don't know white people."
"Loosey!"
"I'm not finna be apart of no damn police report. And you know who my daddy is." he uttered.
"Well…" Aleigha looked at Experience. "I still can use yo dumb ass." he looked at Loose. "But I need a revive."
Loose stared at Toy, "You so damn nervous."
"And!"
"Because yo daddy be beatin' yo ass!" she busted out laughing.
"Bitch, gon!" he went to the ground. "Loose!" she saw his neck bleed. His fingers twitched, "Get off me!"
"Loose!"
"Yo man, what the--"
Aleigha pulled out his gun again and sent a bullet into the young man's head. Loose bled out on the court, Swyettooth looked from the tour bus and bolted back to the court. Aleigha caught him by his throat. "Another one." he smiled. In Toy's eyes, Sweet lifted off the ground and her boyfriend hollered as he blood stained his shirt. "Coast!" she leaped only to fall on her face. She was motionless.
Swyettooth kicked as Aleigha held him, but he couldn't see. In his head, he asked, he questioned what was going on. The grip tightened and his body was flung to the ground. Sweet's head cracked on the basketball court.
"Now, I have the insurance…"