when i was a moonrunner
chapter 4-bullet
the bronx-near the moonrunner's hangout
"wait" i replied coolly, the cockiest one out the newblood group zeddy angrily said"what the fuck bullet let us waste him now"
"listen to me you assholes you dont just go around picking on peddy's for nothin"
"yeah but bullet he was our turf, we didnt know what to do"
"well you should of just warned him to back off, now get outta here let me deal with him". i was indeed ready to knock-him-out but when i looked at him closely he was very young and scared,i had had enough done to his pretty face so i decided to leave him! i let him go and explained"just go home kid, your not welcome here"! he stared at me longingly and i said out of the blue"what do you wanna fuckin picture,boy you heard me get outta here"
"well before i go thank's for saving me er...er...er
"bullet and dont thank me i only took pity on you because your young and i didnt want that on my guilty consience, ok"
"ok", he replied sadly for some reason this kid seemed to like me and i dont know why because after all im just another thug in a gang. i looked back as he was slumping his feet off the ground barly able to move them, i walked through a couple of alley-way's and came to the train-yard i opened the gate and checked all the train's and saw one of them had rembrandt on it and it looked pretty good. then it came to me that must of been him because when i had looked at his hand's they had all the colour's that were on the train on his hand's and his top said rembrandt on it, so then i decided to run after him,to talk to him about his talent. i had to run pretty fast but soon i catched up with him then i patted him on the back he flinched as he turned around"hey you what do you want"
"i saw your piece on the abdoned train it was amazing i never knew you could do somethin like that rembrandt", he looked up in suprise as i said his name.
He questioned me saying" how do you know my name"
"because you know your piece well it had a lotta colour's on it and all them colour's were on your hand's and you got your name on your top, rembrandt huh just like that great himself"
"well i wouldnt say i was as great as him but my real idol is scopes he's the grand-master and ive heard about your gang they just love they're tagging". we were now walking up to the big, train-yard rembrandt stopped and looked at me saying"hey where we going this is your hangout"
"exactly seen as you got no place to go and i havent,we can stay in the un-used train's and sleep in them and in the morning i'll take you to our warlord", he looked happy about this and said"cool i could be one of youse". then we talked as we strolled through the big gates and in one of the most cleanest, comfy abdoned train's they were!! i brung one extra blanket in my canvas-bag so i gave him one and dished one out for me and lay down on the seat's. i decided to strike a conversation just to hear what he is like and where he's from... so i said"hey rembrandt where do you come from?"
"oh i come from the south of the bronx"
"gee's so you've walked a kinda long way then"
"yeah"
"i noticed the way you speak has got a little ya know funny twang to it is that coz your....
"yeah im hispanic, my mamma she came from porta-rico in spain to here in the bronx with my father who was a lawyer but he died when i was about 10"
"woa that's some heavy shit, well i think we should get some sleep and i'll tell you about me tommorrow before we meet the warlord see what he think's of you and you probally have to an inatiation.... goodnight"
"night nice guy bullet", i laughed at that before snoozing off into nodddy-land!!
ok hoped you liked it and that was chapter 4 and union jack will probs do his chapter sometime today or tommorrow!!
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