(Note: to understand the story please read part 1)

One glance from the road, and that was our fate, and now you're up there, at Heaven's gate. I grabbed your hand, and cried out your name, you had already left and I was to blame.

A person can only suffer as much, but there can be no coming back from what he had become.
The emptiness that filled his heart has no way of filling up. Auset is now known as the Philadelphian Butcher.

Auset takes out his revolver, places it on the table, and continues his story.

A little later the cops contacted me; I had to go down to the morgue, there were some important information that we needed to talk about and can only be said face to face. Accompanied by two of my bodyguards, we got in the car and went to the morgue.

A couple of cop greeted me at the door; with the amount of cash I give these cops I expected nothing less. Inside, standing beside her cold dead body, were her parents, crying and cursing the bastard for what he has done. looking at their eyes I knew there was something more to it, something worse.

A doctor came up to me and said:

The bullet went threw her, if it was just a few mm up, the boy would have survived.

I was speechless, my face turned blue and my hands started to shake.

WHAT! I said angrily at the doctor hitting the wall beside me.

Her parents, cam up to me and said:

My son, there was nothing you could have done, it was her fait. The burial will take place tomorrow at 5, don't be late.

I won't!

As I walked into the chapel, looking at every one there gave me this chill up my spine, I sat at the back seat, my head down, my hands shaking, I wondered what would have happened if I was 5 minutes early, could I have saved her life? I forced my self up to the altar, to have one last look at her, one last look at the person that game me a purpose in my life, the person that I was supposed to grow old with, to have children with, to die with. Her pale white face, her cold hands, I couldn't believe she is gone forever.

Inside the chapel, a man walks up to me and said:
Samacom has a son, last time I checked he was living in a small house uptown.

After knowing what happened, knowing that I had a son who will never have the chance to walk these streets, to go to school, to go out on his first date. I asked if Samacom had any relatives and I got that answer today. I couldn't help it, taking my revenge on him was not enough!!

Auset picks up his revolver off the table and Sais:

Know you know what happened, and why I am here!
I killed your dad! And now!
I will kill you!!

BANG!

A lot of spelling mistakes, but you got the picture across clearly. Good job ;)

thanks wraith, i'll take a note and fix them next time :P

Not bad.  It's always nice when someone actually continues their story that they say is "to be continued...."

Paybacks a b@$#%

Revenge stories are allways the best kind

May I ask why you would start telling a story on one part of the block.. then quickly run away to this side of the block and tell the rest?

Your story was short enough to tell on that one side of the block. Stop making us run around to listen to what you have to say.

i liked it either way. i especially like the revenge. that doesn't justify it but it makes life easier.

After walking from the other block, Marley lites a joint, coughs, and speaks

I didn't mind that exercise at all.  Pimped a few whores, grab a couple purses, and pushed down a couple thugs on the way.  Didn't mind it at all.

Hads over to the next block to catch some more