BEASTMODE BY MARCUS HASTY THE AUTHOR

[BLOCKLIFE]

December 25, 2001



The 16 year old twins, Twon and Qwon, rose from their beds anxious to
see if their mom, who very rarely keeps her word, just happened to keep
it this year and get them those Jordans they had been hounding her for.
As they looked into t......he living room, two shoe boxes wrapped in
newspaper sat under their tree, which was really a plant with some
school ornaments on it they had made when they were young. It was what
it was in the projects. As they raced across the living room, damn near
knocking over the coffee table that already had one leg held up by
books, they wasted no time ripping into the packages. Within seconds,
they emerged with their Jordans that they thought they would die
without.“Momma,” the boys yelled simultaneously, but there was no
response as they approached her door. The smell of stale Newports
filled their nostrils as Qwon slowly pushed the door open with Twon
right on his heels. “Momma, you woke?” Twon said pushing, his brother
aside. But still no response from the motionless body in the bed. They
called "Momma" as they made their way around the bed. They noticed the
belt tied around her arm tightly and just below a needle hanging.
“Momma” they yelled frantically, as her eyes stared straight through
them and their attempts to revive her failed. This couldn’t be
happening to them, not today. It really sank in quickly that the woman
who gave birth to them was now dead. Twon reached down slowly, closing
his mother’s eyes for the last time. Qwon then noticed a letter lying
on the floor marked "Twon and Qwon" on it. “Twins, I know right now
you’re confused and hurt, but it’s important that you stay strong for
each other. Always know I love ya’ll with all my heart and I will
always be there, no matter where ya’ll go. Just know I couldn’t go on
being a slave to this heroine any longer and eventually my habit would
become a liability to what the future holds for ya’ll. Now this is
where I need ya’ll to pay close attention. In the picture frame of
ya’ll on my night stand, there is a key. This key is gonna open a part
of ya’ll life that can’t be closed once it is opened – it is in your
bloodline. Today is the 10-year anniversary of the night those pussy
ass police took your father away from us. 10 long years I’ve waited to
give ya’ll this key. The key to ya’ll destiny and now the time is here.
I want ya’ll to go to our old house. It is boarded up now, but ya’ll
will find a way in. Once inside go up to your old room. Remember that
mural of Michael Jordan ya’ll Dad had painted for ya’ll on the wall? It
is time for ya’ll to find out the real reason it’s there. Boys, it's
the one thing left. Promise me you won’t let those police ever take
ya’ll away in handcuffs and look ya’ll up ever. Now go reclaim the
throne your father left behind. You’re the sons of King, and boys your
father is waiting. Love Mom. P.S. I hope ya’ll like the shoes I got you
for Christmas.” As they stood there trying to take in everything that
has been put before them, strangely, they never shed a tear. It wasn’t
the first time they seen death, and it sure wouldn’t be the last.

December 30, 2001

Social
Services took no time stepping in placing us in a group home. It was
only temporary though because it was only a matter of time before we
planned our escape. Today was our mother’s funeral so the Social Worker
took us and sat with us the whole time. As we sat in the church, we
watched as hundreds of people made their way in and out, paying respect
to Debra Scott, also known to the streets as the Queen. “ Momma sho
look good, huh Qwon?” “Sure do. She almost look unreal”, replied Qwon.
The years had taken a toll on the Queen. 10 years ago she was the
baddest thing in the hood at 150 pounds, with a 5’3” frame. Thick was
an understatement. Her creamy black skin complimenting her hypnotizing
brown eyes that seemed to take complete control over our dad. He’d buy
her the world if he could, and he sure did try. From minks, to
diamonds, to clothes – you name it she had it. Once dad got locked up,
it seemed like part of her died. The first couple years were straight,
but by the time we were nine, we noticed all her nice things Dad had
bought her slowly disappeared. There were days at a time Momma wouldn’t
even come home, so we learned to take care of ourselves. By the time of
our 11th birthday, Momma had blown through a couple hundred thousand
dollars that our Dad had left her, and she was unable to continue
paying the property taxes on our house. We were forced to move to the
Marion Jones housing projects. To some, it was unreal to hear the Queen
was now living in the same projects her husband’s legacy began in. At
first, everything was going good. Momma walked around like the world
was still hers. People jumped around doing whatever she asked, whenever
she asked. As the months passed, the Queen’s ugly secret could no
longer be hidden. Heroin called Momma night and day and she answered.
The people she once looked down upon now looked down upon her as she’d
sit on the stairway and nodded off as the heroin stole her soul, gram
by gram. It’s hard to believe the woman lying in the casket was once
the Queen married to the infamous Tyler Scott known, by us as Pops, but
to the world as the King. As the door of the church opened, it was if
nobody in the church was breathing. Mouths opened in awe as this
massive 6’4” 290lbs of muscle walked in shackled from waist to ankles
in a black suit. His braids almost toughing his chest, gold tens
covered the devilish grin he gave. His eyes were like heartless bullets
spraying though the crowd finally finding their targets – Twon and
Qwon. “Twon, it can’t be,” Qwon said looking for the reassurance of his
brother. “Qwon, that’s our dad”. It had been 10 years since we saw our
Dad and here he was shacked like an animal. To them, he was the most
powerful and dangerous man in America. It wasn’t always like that,
though. As a young Tyler Scott, he chased behind his two brothers
through the slums of the city. It was hard on Grandma Scott raising
three boys alone where death lied around every corner. As the boys got
older, Grandma Scott could barely keep up with their mischief. If it
wasn’t one of them in trouble, it was all of them. Grandpa Scott had
got killed a year after our Dad was born. The rumor is Grandpa robbed
banks for a living, but the police could never prove it was him. They
caught him one night coming out of the bar and shot him down, making it
look like a robbery gone bad. Grandma always told her boys, "Ya’ll gone
end up dead just like ya’ll Daddy one day," as if she was a scratched
record. Soon that song played its final tune. Uncle “T”, short for
Terell, was always the ladies man. He was the oldest of the 3 brothers
at 19 he seemed to have every bitch in the city chasing his slim ass,
including the wife of the city’s Kingpin Big Tony. Red the quiet one of
the brothers was two years younger than Uncle T and only a year older
than our Dad. Dad told T to leave Big Tony’s wife alone. The whole hood
knew and it was only a matter of time before Big Tony found out. But
there was no telling T shit and he sure wasn’t gonna take the advice of
his younger brother. One day in the projects, his luck ran out as he
stood by their building trying to talk some girl out of her panties. He
never heard death approaching in the form of Big Tony and his man
Slick. The girl’s eyes grew big as if she’d seen a ghost. T never got
to turn around as gunfire ripped through the air. The first bullet
exploding through the back of his skull, finding its way out his mouth,
barely missing the female who was now screaming. Blood and brain matter
covered her face and clothes. T’s body crumpled to the ground filled
with fire from the other 12 bullets that found their target as T’s soul
left his body. Big Tony added his final insult by pulling out his dick
and pissing all over T’s body and the female he was talking to. The
police covered the projects everywhere, asking questions. But when it
came to Big Tony, nobody would dare say anything with fear that their
family would be next. Grandma Scott took it the worse. First her
husband, now her son. It was just too much for her to bear. As Grandma
watched the coroner put what was left of T’s bullet filled body in a
bag, she collapsed from what later they found out was a massive heart
attack, and died on the scene only feet away from where her dead son
once lay. Red and Tyler stood there watching as the coroner now took
their older brother and their mother. To some it was strange – they
never shed a tear. Red then turned to his little brother and said “You
know what’s gotta be done, right?” “Yep,” Tyler responded with no
hesitation. It was at that very moment they both knew Big Tony’s
arrogance and carelessness would catch up with him. He never would have
thought two young assassins had been following his every move for the
last two days until they found the perfect moment to execute their
plan. Big Tony lay with his face deep in Peaches' pussy. The same pussy
2 days ago that got T killed, would now be the same one that got him
killed. “You know you are what you eat,” Tyler said as he stood there
with Red watching what was going on. “What the fuck?” Big Tony said,
finally coming up for air with his face dripping wet. “How the fuck did
ya’ll get in here?" “Do you know who the fuck I am?” Tony questioned.
“Enough with the questions, we know exactly who you are. The fat bitch
that just killed our brother and mother” Tyler responded. “Ya’ll
brother?” Tony said as he attempted to dive for the 38 revolver he had
on the dresser next to the bed. He never made it, the thunderous sound
of the colt 45 Red had tucked in his pants released fire into the fat
man’s ass, as the bullet ripped his flesh open. Peaches lay there
naked, and scared that the next bullet would be hers. “Wow, you were
born with a hole in your ass, now you got 2 – ain’t that some shit,”
Tyler said in a joking manner, then laughing at the fat man laying on
the floor. Big Tony, no longer being demanding since these boys had
death written on them, let out a faint whisper “In the closet, is a bag
with well over $264,000 and 4 kilos of cocaine – just take it and
leave, please don’t kill me”. Tyler moved his way to the closet and
just like the fat man said, the bag was stuffed. After zipping the bag
back up Tyler turned back toward Red, who seemed to not even flinch as
he held Tony and Peaches at gunpoint. “Looks like we’re rich, Red,”
Tyler said as he threw the moneybag in the middle of the floor. Red
never said a word, just cracking a grin. “You got the money now just
leave us alone,” the fat man said angrily as the pain from his gunshot
wound increased with every second. “Oh, we’re gonna leave, but first
we’re gonna play a game,” Tyler said. “What kind of game?” Tony said,
stuttering the words out. “First, Red, duct tape this fat fuck. I’m
tired of hearing his mouth”. Red wasted no time taping the fat man up
and giving him a kick in his ass for good measure. As Tony lay there
helplessly, their attention turned to Peaches. “Please don’t hurt me,”
Peaches said almost in tears. “Oh, we ain’t gone hurt you if you do
what you’re told” Tyler said as he smiled at Peaches. “So you like to
fuck, huh, Miss Peaches?”Tyler said as Peaches thought to herself
(Maybe if I fuck them, this will all be over). “Do what you want to me,
just don’t kill me,” Peaches said in her best scared voice. Red, not
saying a word went to work duct taping both of Peaches arms to the
bedpost. Peaches laid there with her legs open, actually turned on by
what these young boys were about to do to her. Tyler climbed on the bed
in between her thighs, sitting on his knees. To Peaches, it looked as
if Tyler was reaching to undo his pants and she actually was
anticipating it. That is when she seen the 44 Bulldog coming out from
his waistline, giving her no time to move. Tyler shoved the cold steel
deep in her wet pussy. “You like to fuck, huh, bitch? Well, fuck this
gun or I’m gonna kill you,” Tyler demanded in the coldest voice she had
ever heard. The thought that made her so wet now left her mind as the
cold steel of the gun dug deep inside her pussy. The pain filled her
with each stroke, but she never stopped praying this would be over with
soon. Big Tony laid there as Tyler fucked his wife with a pistol. All
he could think of was how his man Slick would be coming back to get him
soon. “I told you this bitch would fuck anything, Red”. Red laughed as
he left the room thinking about what was next for their victims. As
Peaches begged to herself that this would be over, she finally heard
Tyler say, “that’s enough,” as he pulled the gun out of her now
bleeding insides. “Please, please don’t kill me, I’m sorry,” Peaches
said pleading for her life. “Oh, we ain't gone kill you” Tyler said
with a devilish grin on his face. Before Peaches knew it, Red walked
back through the door carrying something she couldn’t quite make out,
due to Tyler blocking her view. By the time she had seen the hot iron
Red held in his hand, it was inches from her face. As Red pressed the
iron down across the whole left side of her face, it was as if her
flesh melted together, leaving her eye stuck closed permanently. The
harder he pushed, the louder she screamed, until the pain was so
excruciating, she passed out. Big Tony’s screams were muffled from the
duct tape as the kingpin lay helpless praying, knowing that at any move
Slick should be walking through the door. Little did Tony know Tyler
and Red were hoping the same thing. As the keys jingled in the door,
Big Tony thought his prayers were finally answered. Surely these young
boys were no match for Slick. Slick struck fear in the heart of
everyone in the city. Tyler and Red simultaneously jumped into the
hiding positions and lay waiting for their next victim. Tony
underestimated the wits of these young boys and now he was helpless
towards Slick and of the trap he was walking into. “Boss,” Slick yelled
from the living room as he made his way in the house. There was no
response. Slick continued to walk towards the bedroom yelling “Boss,
you in there?” Still no response. “Well, cover up so I can grab that
bag”. As he eased the door open he wondered what that smell was in the
air, not knowing that what he was smelling was the smell of burnt
flesh. He heard a muffled sound causing him to look down and see his
boss duct taped on the floor. “Boss, who the fuck did this?” Slick said
nervously while noticing that the smell was Peaches. “Boss, are you
okay?” he said as he knelt down, pulling the tape from Big Tony’s
mouth. Before Big Tony would tell Slick to watch out, the whole top of
his head seemed to pop off from the 44 blast, splashing Slicks brains
and skull all over Big Tony. Laughter filled the air as Tyler and Red
stood over their prey like animals. That is when Big Tony knew he was
gonna die. The next morning in the projects was one that would be
remembered. As the projects woke, there was a scream outside that none
would soon forget. The people ran to see what was going on. To
everyone’s surprise, stuck to the top of the pointy black fence rail,
was the head of Big Tony with what was later found out to be Slicks
dick in his mouth. As for Peaches, they didn’t worry about her talking.
Red took great pleasure in re-heating the iron and sealing her lips
closed with it. They say the bitch killed herself a week later. As for
Big Tony and Slicks bodies, they found them a month later in the trunk
of a stolen car. Everyone in the projects knew who was responsible for
it and with $264,000 dollars and 4 kilos of cocaine, Taylor and Red
wasted no time showing everybody who was now in charge. Anybody that
got in their way paid with their life. Within a week, the city was
theirs. Even though Tyler was only 15, his street smarts were
extraordinary. With his brother Red killing relentlessly at his
brother’s side, the King was born. As the King stood over the casket of
his only love, his anger engulfed him knowing that now vengeance must
be his. Little did the world know his plan was already underway. They
stopped him for the first time 10 years ago, but this time, they’ll
never have a chance.
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