The Streets by Tai Goodman (good books to read for adults TXT) 📕

visible. "SHIT!" Tyrone ducked underneath it and continued to move to safety. He reached a vehicle on the side of the road, and picked the door open with a pencil. Then he tried to hotwire the engine. "Come on.. COME ON!" 

Efrain walked around the corner with the rifle out. Once the car was started, Tyrone sat up in the seat, and the laser pointer was aimed directly at his head. Efrain smirked, and pulled the trigger. No gunshot. The rifle was empty. "No, NOT NOW!" 

Efrain pulled out another gun of his. A shotgun with a short stock, and a silencer. "Stay still, Tyrone!" Efrain screamed at him. Tyrone rose his middle finger as he sped off. Then a gang of crips pulled over to Efrain. "Get that blood motherfucka!" Efrain scooted behind another automobile parked on the side of the road.

The gang started firing at him with submachine guns. "Come on, you wouldn't shoot one of your own kind, would you?"

"You ain't one of us! Just cause you black don't mean we're friends!"

 

Efrain jumped out and shot each one before he hit the ground. He then stole their car, and took off after Tyrone.

Chapter 13: Cat and Mouse

 Tyrone noticed Efrain approaching in the mirror. "Son of a bitch, WHY WON'T YOU JUST DIE!" 

Efrain rolled the window down and held the shotgun out. He blasted the trunk of Tyrone's car. "Can't shoot for shit, can you?" Tyrone said, swerving all over the road to avoid Efrain's gunfire. Tyrone ran over an innocent woman. Efrain watched the body as he drove by. "Great. Now I have a good reason to kill you." 

 

Efrain aimed for the tires of Tyrone's vehicle. He pumped the shotgun and fired again, popping one tire. "Hey! What the fuck are you doing!?"

Efrain drove near Tyrone, and ran into the left side of the vehicle, sending him through an apartment building entrance. "I got you now, you little cocksucker!" 

Tyrone stormed upstairs after climbing out of the car. Efrain noticed the trail of blood he was leaving behind. "Huh. You're leading me right to your funeral, Tyrone." Efrain dropped his shotgun and headed upstairs. After following the blood trail, he eventually found the location of Tyrone. Room 102. The door was creased a little bit open.

 

"I know you're in there, Benjamin!"

 

"Look, what I did to you and your friends, I had to do it. It just had to be done. The reason I'm in this goddamned city is because this place needs correcting! All we're doing is enforcing its crime rate. But we can't do it when a bunch of you pricks are around."

 

"So... this is a front for your racist mafia bullshit."

 

"You bet your mother's ass it is. We were gonna go to the rest of Michigan, then the other places. MONTANA. All of the other states that surround this horrible place. We were planning to take them, and turn them inside-out. Fuck the government, it's the people who control these god forsaken places. It's them who cause all the illegal activity, those who supply the shelves of your stores, those who walk the streets and pass you EVERY DAY OF YOUR LIFE. And now look at it. It's on its edge.

Come on through this door so I can see your face one last time, before one of us dies." 

 

Efrain pushed the door open slowly, as Benjamin Tyrone was standing there, ready for a fight. "I didn't want this, Tyrone. You could've went somewhere else and did something to someone else."

"Well, it's already happened. By the way, what's your name, anyways?"

 

"My name is Efrain D'Myers."

 

"Hmm.. So, Efrain. Let's shove everything else aside. I'm pretty sure you know what must happen now, don't you?"

 

Efrain nodded and put up his fists, balled and red.

 

"You ready?"

 

"More than I'll ever be, Tyrone!"

 

Benjamin charged at Efrain and punched him in his face. Efrain retaliated, and kicked Benjamin in his chest. "Alllright... You done fucked up now!" Benjamin screamed as he ran towards Efrain. Efrain grabbed him by his suit, hit him in his spine with the edge of his elbow, and threw him against a wall, leaving a hole. "Ow.. That really hurt."

Efrain picked up Benjamin by his collar and headbutted him. "Bad choice of movement, Efrain." Benjamin tilted a silenced pistol upwards, and shot Efrain in his chest. "AGHH! You BITCH!"

Efrain swiped the gun, shot Benjamin in his foot, and threw the gun out of the window. "Ah- SON OF A WHORE! THAT WAS MY FUCKING TOE!" Efrain stomped on the foot wound and clutched Benjamin by his jaw. "This is your jaw." Efrain smacked Benjamin in his face, breaking his jaw-bone. "You're- A real piece of work, you know that Efrain?"

 

Benjamin laid down against the wall. Efrain pulled out his boxcutter, and shanked Tyrone in his stomach. "Buddy, is a gun and a bunch of crackers the best you got? Then your best won't do. You came to Detroit thinking we'd surrender to yo ass, well buddy let me lecture you." Efrain whispered in his ear, "You wanna know what you stumbled into? Your white ass stumbled into a minefield." Efrain moved the blade up Tyrone's chest, leaving a large cut. 

 

"Aahh!"

Efrain stood Benjamin up on his feet and charged through a window with Benjamin in his arms. Then when he reached the fire escape, he said, "Have a nice trip. Wop asshole."

Efrain threw Benjamin over the balcony railing, making him land on his feet. "AGH! You... broke my damn legs!"

 

Efrain broke the lock to the fire escape ladder, and climbed down the ladder. He held his boxcutter up to Benjamin's neck. And hesitated. "No.. You deserve worse." Efrain walked away and over to a vehicle, parked on the side of the alley. Efrain picked his way into the car, and cut open the box to the steering wheel. Wires hung out. He snipped a red and blue wire, and tried to conjoin the ends to generate a spark. On the other hand, Tyrone noticed his pistol nearby. He started struggling to drag himself over to it.

 

"Come on, baby! Come to papa!" 

 

The car started up. The engine roared like a lion in the night. And the bright lights of the vehicle shined on Benjamin. Benjamin managed to touch the tip of the pistol's grip. Then he swiped it successfully and crawled back out into the alley's center. Efrain switched the gears into drive, then held his foot on the break, and the other on the gas. Speed was building within the car. The speed gauge turned to 50 mph. Benjamin aimed his gun at Efrain, and pulled the trigger. It was empty. "SHIT!" he said with his mouth dripping with blood. He searched his pockets for an extra ammo clip.

The speed gauge reached 75 mph. The tires of the car were continuously squealing at a high rate. Benjamin found a clip in his back pocket as the gauge reached 90 mph. He inserted it into the receiver of the pistol. The gauge had reached 110 mph. Benjamin pulled the slide back and then the hammer. 

 

"DRIVE, MOTHERFUCKER!"

 

"ARRRRRRRGH!" Efrain grunted as he held down the gas pedal. Then as he let the gas pedal go, at 125 mph, Efrain hit the seat with his back, then forced himself forwards due to force. Benjamin fired three shots. One hit the windshield of the car, leaving a bullet hole and a crack. Then another hit the roof of the car. The last one hit the hood. From 65 feet away, Efrain bolted towards Benjamin in the vehicle. Benjamin held up his hand in front of his face, blocking the bright lights of the car speeding towards him. Then in a devastating smash, Efrain ran over Benjamin Tyrone.

 

 

Damion: "Yep. That's what happened to Benjamin Tyrone. But Efrain wasn't done, yet. He planned to meet his brother in the boardwalk at the amusement park. But... back on the topic of Benjamin Tyrone, forensics found the body. The indents of a car's radiator were in Tyrone's face. Three bullet casings to a 10mm pistol were found on the ground."

Chapter 14: The Dead Sea

 Brenton: "Not even that old documentary guy knows about this. Efrain didn't... Ummm... I don't know how to put this."

 

BOARDWALK

DETROIT, MICHIGAN

 

 

Efrain stood at the boardwalk and lit himself a cigarette. He looked out to the sea and saw the roaring waters. He inhaled smoke, then blew smoke out of his mouth. Then a woman came by him and said, "Hey tough guy... You look like you had a rough night. Want me to make it... rougher?" 

She put a card in his shirt pocket. "Mykenzi Mcswain," was her name. Efrain inhaled a breath of smoke as the woman walked off. Then... BANG! BANG! BANG!

 

Efrain exhaled the smoke immediately and turned around. A mobster from the fire had his gun pointed upwards at the sky. Then he pointed it at Efrain. "Reach for the sky!"

 

"Let's see how far you bend backwards!"

Efrain sprinted over to him, broke the man's arm, and punched him in his jaw. The man was knocked down. "No- WAIT! PLEASE!" Efrain punched the man across his face so hard, it broke his neck sideways. In the background, Brenton was walking to him. Then he saw Efrain and denied him. He walked the other direction. Efrain walked back to the boardwalk railing, but heard repeated tapping.

 

He looked behind him, and saw a trail of blood. Then he saw his shirt. Blood was staining the back. "Well... What's the point?" 

 

Efrain looked back over the boardwalk railing. Then after five last smokes, his eyes opened all the way, and he fell over the railing, and into the water. His corpse sunk to the bottom of the water.

 

Brenton: "That's right. Efrain died. I would've taken him to the hospital. BUT AFTER EVERYTHING HE'S DONE? The men he killed, the destruction and stress he put on the goddamned country. That's why I left him to bleed out. He deserved what happened to him. I don't show remorse, nor do I care about going to hell for leaving him there like that. I DID THE RIGHT THING. AND IT STAYS THAT WAY. You know what? FUCK THIS DOCUMENTARY, FUCK EFRAIN, FUCK THE AUDIENCE, FUCK YOU!" *leaves the room*

 

Damion: "WHAT THE FUCK? Y-You're telling me there's MORE? Efrain D'Myers... Died to gunshot wounds? So great, now this entire story is upside down. Because of Efrain's brother, now the entire timeline is just- Dysfunctional! Alright... Time to close this documentary... Umm.. Uh...  Blah blah blah, I'm still getting paid for this, yeah?

 

Great because I'm pissed off that I don't have the right data for this documentary because of Brenton.