Treme Street, New Orleans La.
"Won't bow down. Don't know how." A place of pride and refuge for New Orleans' free people of color who could buy property here, the Faubourg Treme – as far back as its founding in the 18th Century – served as cultural rendezvous between the worlds of white and black while its back streets birthed a music that conquered the world. Bulldozed but not forgotten, the infamous Storyville red-light district flourished in the Treme's upper stretches while St. Augustine Church remains the centerpiece for the oldest African-American Catholic parish in the country. Jazz today is honored by Armstrong Park, named in tribute to Louis Armstrong and Congo Square – where slaves once gathered to make music. Similar beats are heard today seeping from tiny clubs, booming out in a joyous second line or in the eerie drumming of the skeleton krewe emerging from the Backstreet Museum at dawn Mardi Gras Day to wake the sleeping. "Live!" is their command. And that's exactly what the Treme always does.
"Five, four, three, two, one. Ready or not, here I come." A five year old boy said with a smile on his face. The boy is Africa American, his eyes are light grey and his hair is done into a short ponytail. He is wearing a black t-shirt with a medium size number "6" on right side of the t-shirt, he has blue shorts and black Jordan's. He also has black glasses with blue lenses he wears
The boy makes a right turn in the hallway and goes into his father's study and sees that it has been trashed and gets scared.
"Daddy! Daddy!" The boy yells in fear.
In a matter of seconds the boy's father enters the study looking concerned. He walked over to his desk and pulls out a drawer and removes a false bottom hiding a file. He takes the file, and walks over the left side of desk and wipes off the equations on his blackboard. The boys mother walks in and picks him up and carries mother's carrie out of the office and as they leave there on the desk is a black and gold spider encased in glass.
2 Hours later..
The boy is bed sleeping until he hears a loud BANG. He jumps out his bed and makes his way to his door. His tiny right hand made its way to the doorknob, he took a deep breath and turned his doorknob and opened his door slowly.
The boy looked out into the dark hallway and all saw nothing looked out of the ordinary. He was about to close his door and get back into bed when he heard a loud female SCREAM.
"Don't hurt my baby!!" The woman cried.
"Mommy!" The yelled as he ran to the stairs railing and looked down. What he saw made his heart break on the spot. His father had a gun shoot wound to his head and mother was being held by neck by man dressed in all black with a red ski mask on. His partner was also in black but his ski mask was blue.
"Look bitch your husband wanted to play hero and look what that got his stupid ass a bullet in his fucking brain. Now I know the file is here so just tell where it is and me and boy here will you in peace." The red mask thug said with a smirk behind his mask.
Even though the boy's mom has a bruised lip she is very beautiful. She has long brown hair that reaches his back, beautiful silver eyes that you can just get lost in. Her skin is a beautiful chocolate brown that makes you appreciate true beauty.
"It's not here and even if it was I would never give it to you!" She yelled at she spited right in his masked face.
"Eww you bitch, now you just signed your death certificate." He yelled as took his gun placed it on the back her head and pulled the trigger.
BANG!!!
"Nice going you fucking idiot now what gonna tell the boss?" Asked the blue masked wearing thug.
"Ugh shut up Miguel. The file is not here we searched all over for it now come on and let's get the hell out here. The red masked said as he wiped the spur from his mask with his gloved right hand.
"Your right the NOPD will be here any damn minute. But what about kid?" Blue masked as he looked up and saw the boy looking at his parents lifeless bodies.
"He just a stupid fucking kid he can't do anything and besides we have masks. We are good to go now let's get the hell out of here." Red mask said as blue mask nodded at him as they both ran out the broken front door.
The boy finally broke out his shock and down the steps. He tripped the fifth step and fell the rest of the way down, he struggled to get up but he managed to get up and started to walk slowly to his parents bodies.
"Mommy, Daddy." The said as he tried to wake up his parents.
"Mommy, Dady please wake up!!" The boy yelled as he shake their lifeless bodies back and forth. It was no use they would never wake up again.
The boy stoped trying to wake up his parents and instead he laid right in the middle of them with tears running down his cheeks. Ten minutes passed and two walked in looking at the heart breaking scene in front of her.
She took off her service cap and let her long blond hair be seen. She walked up to the boy and knelt down.
"Hey honey it's going to be ok can you tell your name?" She asked him softly.
It took a few minutes but the boy did get up and when he did he jump into the officers arms and buried his face into her chest.
"Mommy and Daddy won't wake up." He cried into to the officers chest.
" Shh everything is going alright sweetheart, can you tell me your name honey?" She asked as she rubbed back gently.
"D-Deshawn." He stuttered out.