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New shoes. Started by: Aftershock on Feb 04, '09 22:14
All my life I've been running and chasing after a ghost, almost as if someone made him up out of thin air, a figment of their imagination. Taking a long drag from a cigarette and leaning in closely Aftershock begins to speak under the smoke. It all started in New Orleans when shots were fired but never really connecting. I looked to the left, no one there, and looked to my right without anyone in sight. I took to what I know... the streets


Gun shots sounded out threw the cold night air like a knife threw butter. The snow fall was so thick that in the darkness only muzzle fire could be scene. I took off North to get out of the city, my only chance of survival. First before I could leave the city I needed to get Athena and my boy Sal, conveniently they were on the most north district, right on my way out. As I headed north I noticed though that every district was darker, colder, and covered in the blood of the innocent. Men, women even children lying in the streets lifeless, the thought makes the pain comeback to me again and again as if my skull is going to explode.

Snuffing out his cigarette Aftershock pulls out a metal case and lighter placing them on a box next to him. When I got home the smell of gun powder and blood was in the air, I knew something was wrong because Buster my brendel boxer wasn't at the door waiting for me. I decided to head upstairs and to the attic, that's where Athena would have taken Sal. As I pulled the cord to the stairs blood dripped onto my face, I had to get up there so I just zoned out ignoring the blood. When I got up the stairs Buster was lying next to the stair opening, he was alive but wasn't going to make it. They shot him right threw his shoulder, I couldn't save him. I took my knife out of my right cheek pocket and did him the favor of sending him on his way. When I looked back up all I could see was a rubber sole and next thing I knew I was out.Aftershock grabs his coffee and lights up a cigarette. As I came to blood was running down my forehead, it was throbbing again, blood was all I could taste. When I looked up a man with a ski mask on was yelling with my wife and child tied up. I was jumping around in my chair trying to get out, the rope was beginning to cut deep, I could feel it but not the pain. He shot my son first, only five and he took two to the chest. I watched the life leave him. I tried harder and harder to get out of the chair, by this point I was on my side on the floor. I kept shaking and shaking, screaming... well at least trying. I closed my eyes and only heard two sounds, a gun shot and a thud. I looked straight hoping it wasn't what I thought it was, but I was looking my wife right in the eyes. She died almost immediately from the gun shot, not like my son. He was put threw pain, horrible pain.

Wiping away a few tears and taking a drink from his flask Aftershock took in a deep breath.


While laying there I lost so much blood and energy I passed out in a pool of blood, sweat, and tears. I was later found by none other than Benjamin_Button. He untied me and cleaned me up. He told me that I'd be alright and he was, the pain is still with me but I found a family, that will always have my back, Relentless. I've never been a better man after that day because I'm not complete, but I am a mafioso and a much better one. I may be chasing a ghost, but one day I'll find him.

Aftershock throws up deuces.


Now you know what brought me here, to have the life of a mafioso.
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nice story mate +5
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Nice story man
appluads at braveness
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Thank you, both of you.
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I enjoyed this tale very much so. It had nothing to do with my name in it either, I swear.
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Really enjoyed it sir. Nice work
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Benjamin is right, he wasn't even in it.

Aftershock smiles.


I'm glad Lil_Wayne.
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