The Gospel Game

Later that night, down a dark alley, a slim figure wearing a black thermal was running from two figures dressed in black. With his heart thumping and sweat pouring down his face, the fear felt by this kid was undeniable. He made a turn onto Dewitt Avenue, hoping that his chasers wouldn’t see him cut onto the street, but one of his predators managed to catch a glimpse before he could make the turn out of his sight. “He went this way,” yelled out the dark, rugged fellow with a fully loaded forty-five held tightly in his hand. The yell was heard by the scared young’un running down the street. His heart bursting with fear, tears started to stream down his face. He started to contemplate what he could have done for these two figures to be chasing him, not to mention with guns. It’s gotta be this stupid game, he thought. No one chased me anywhere before I got caught up in this thing. He ducked into a shaded area provided by an abandon building, jumped a depleted gate, and then ran across the street into an abandoned warehouse. His assailants missed the tiny opening he ducked into and came out the end of the alley only to wonder where the little kid could have gone. “That little mug really got away,” said Blair. “Santana’s gonna be heated,” added Deception. “Well, what can we do,” Blair replied. “Let’s be out before we get spotted or something,” Deception whispered. They looked at each other with a look of puzzlement and then hesitantly began to run off toward their boss’s lair. They knew he wasn’t going to be pleased with them not bringing the kid back. Meanwhile, the kid in the sweat-drenched thermal stealthily peeked out the window of the abandoned warehouse. He was hoping and praying that he had lost the two devilish predators. Barely able to breathe, he raised his head up to sneak a glance out the window; immediately he ducked down. “Oh snap,” he sighed. A shadow walked by the window that he hid under. He thought for sure it was his assailants. Petrified with fear, this young soul reckoned that he would stay in the building the whole night if needed. He refused to be caught. He reasoned that it would be better to starve to death than be left in the hands of those two and whoever else so that they could have their way with his life. He wasn’t beat for it. He didn’t know where they had come from or what they wanted. All he could think about was whether or not they were from that Renegades group that Prophet had talked to him about the night before. The interior of the building was dark, but streaks of light beamed in from the corner streetlights, which allowed him to see enough of the building so he could walk around without injuring himself. As he spent time in that building, his curiosity began to get the best of him. He decided to investigate the place since he was stuck there for who knew how long. With all the visibility that the light provided from the outside, though, the young child was still unable to see the mysterious figure standing in a corner of the building.