&&cant take me (OPEN)

[kbetzina]

I hated this. This thing i had going for me. Well, everybody wanted to have something going for them, but when its a life of crime, its not something to brag about. Sure, i was proud on the streets, but nowhere else. I couldn't be safe just walkin down the steet. See somebody from anouther rival gang and i'm good as dead without my boys here to back me up. It was dangerous for me to be out alone, but i did it anyways, although i always promised the boys i wouldnt. I guess it was kind of like being a rebel.

I walked into the mall, a place i had been many times before. My long blonde and black hair was down around my shoulders. I was wearing a pair of ribbed jeans, my blue Justin riding boots, and a black hooded sweatshirt. I didn't like to be easily noticed. Most of the other gang members would notice me, i mean, i stood out like a sore thumb amungst most of them. I knew I was young and I was pretty, it wasn't hard to get attention. People would also tend to notice because most of the time i had a rather cold look on my face. My eyes where not friendly. I knew this, i had been told this many times. Except when im happy, usualy just in one place. The barn. Anytime I was with my horses I was happy.

The first store I walked in to was a western store. Addison Western Store it was called, i figured it was new. I had never seen it before. When I walked in I noticed shelves and shelves of boots on the walls. I loved boots, I almost always wore them. Not all the time, but almost. Sometimes, when I knew i might be running, i wore running shoes. I was always prepared. Except for bringing money with me when I went to the mall. But who needed money when you could take practically anything you wanted, as long as you didn't get caught, right?

One thing that caught my eye was a super shiny belt. I knew right then, I wanted it. Would my shoplifting habits get me into trouble someday? Probably. But did I care? No not really. I walked to the rack where the belts hung, and looked for my size. I looked to make sure nobody was looking, and tied the belt around my waist so that nobody could see it. I kept looking around as I hurried. Nobody caught me, as far as I know. Even if they did, there was no cops coming to bust me, so it wasn't too important. I had a pistol on my hip, with the barrel on my waistline. I always had one on me.

I turned to talk quickly out of the store, ignoring the 'Thank you for coming!' from the girl in the store. As I walked out, lookiong down at the ground, I ran into somebody. I looked up, and my heart sank. This day was just going to downhill from here wasn't it? It was Tony, leader of the local Crips. I hated him, he had a ''friendly'' hatred for me. He had wanted me for a long time, but not for his gang, for more, personal reasons. He had his current girlfriend with him though, he wouldn't do anything. He was tall, tan, and muscled. He was fine looking but scared the crap out of me quite frankly.

Uh, bye. I said quickly turning to go. 'Not so fast.' He grabed my shoulder and spun me around. 'Why don't you join us tonight for some fun?' His casual tone and smile made me want to puke. No. Thanks. I'll be leaving now. I couldn't get out of his grip that was now around my arm. Let me go. He just laughed and wouldn't let go. I tried to pull my way out of his grip, ignoring all the words him and his new hoe where saying. Thinking fast, I kicked him in his 'big boy parts, and he let go, and I took off sprinting. I knew that made him mad, and just like the rest of us, he had a gun on him.

I heard a gun shot echo out behind me, then two, then three. I ran around the corner and into the J.C Pennies, hoping he wouldn't go in there. People where screaming everywhere, and I ran behind a clothes rack. The chaos around me was making me feel better, it might distract him. I heard more gun shots, and felt the pistol on my hip, i might have to actualy use it. My heart rate was hammering. Would it be my fault if somebody died today?

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[Scott Jacob Mason]

The feeling of restlessness was almost overwhelming. It hadn’t been this bad in years, not since I had first arrived at the Hemsworth ranch, not since I had met, and subsequently fallen for Joshua. The fact she had left without a word still escaped my mind, I didn’t want to believe it, she wasn’t meant to leave, I loved her...I still do. And I wouldn’t admit it, but god it hurt, she was the first person I’d ever loved since my dad had left, well, the only person I’d told that I loved them, and just like he did, she had just left without warning, and let me down.

I walked into the JCPenney’s, not really paying much attention to where I was actually going. I was restless, and had been pretty much wandering into every shop in the mall, wandering around, just staring at things, lost in my thoughts. Nobody was really game enough to question my intentions. It was probably due to the bruising on the left side of my face, the black eye, that matched the bruises covering my ribs, some half healed, others fresh, others old. I hadn’t lost a fight lately, but despite that, receiving a good beating during a street fight was bound to happen.

I hadn’t fought in years, since I had finally quit, with Josh’s encouragement. But then she had left, and the next thing I knew, I found myself drinking again, in some back alley, fighting a kid, that looked a good few years younger than me, who sort of reminded me of myself when I had found the violence that was street fighting. I hadn’t even thought about it while I was fighting, but afterwards, I had felt...guilty. I might not have fought for years, but I was still in excellent shape, and hadn’t forgotten how the whole thing worked, and he hadn’t stood much of a chance against my experience.

As I was thinking this, I wandered down a carpeted aisle between a bunch of clothes racks, hands stuffed deeply into the pockets of my jacket, not really looking ahead of me, more off to the side, especially when I heard what sounded like gun shots ringing through the inner mall area. And here I had been, thinking that the mall was a relatively tame and peaceful place, which is probably why I had chosen to wander around there.

Turning around a corner, I almost ran straight into a slender, blonde haired girl who had just raced around the corner herself, with an almost ‘deer caught in headlights’ look on her face. I stopped in my tracks, just short of my more solid, muscular frame slamming into her smaller one. I cleared my throat, suddenly aware that I hadn’t actually said a word out loud in a few days.

“If you don’t want people to think you were involved in that, you really should act less like you were,” I commented, hearing the hoarse tones to my voice, knowing it couldn’t be a good sign. I needed to find something to distract me from thoughts of Josh, at least for a while, at least until I had forgotten her, or I had found her.

Tagged Karlee
Words 535
Outfit Too lazy.
Muse In Between - Linkin Park
Notes Wow, haven't used first person in a while. Forgot how much I love it. xD