ZEKEStepping into the house, I wipe away the streak of blood on my face and swipe it over my faded jean trousers. He is sitting at the couch when I enter, a half lighted cigarette on his hand. —Ryder, the one man I hate the most and yet the only one I have to trust."You are here, two hours late at that" he remarks eyeing my bloodied face."I was ambushed by the—""Skull kings, Knew they would be there.. Got their stuffs didn't you?" He cuts in, taking a long drag from his cigar before dropping it on the ashtray before him."You knew they were gonn' be there, yet you let me come through that route?" I ask, clearly stating the obvious, dropping the box on the table.He shrugs. "Not bad if you get into an impromptu fight that's what this shit is all about boy"Fucking bastard!I shake my head, wondering how I got myself into this mess.Well I do remember —* * *Seven Years Ago...It was in junior high, guess I was just Fourteen at that time, still trying to get used to the folks and n
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