deepundergroundpoetry.com

60 Seconds In The Bad Part Of Town

Second 1: He throws her to the ground. I ball up my fists. It's my sister, he's a bully.
Second 2: I'm running towards him, he hears me approach and turns around. His hand moves for his pocket.
Second 3: I'm on top of him. He's scuffling under me. I knock the knife away and it skids under a parked car.
Second 5: A hard sock to the face. Instant black eye.
Second 6: He begins unleashing a flurry of punches on me.
Second 8: My sister gets up, rushes in our direction.
Second 10: I break away.
Second 11: I tell my sister to get away
Second 12: I hear a shot. I turn around.
Second 14: Bully is on the ground, limbs tossed askew, hole in the back of his head. I stop, look around.
Second 17: I see him and duck just in time to save my bleeding nose from being blown off my face.
Second 18: It's a rival gang member. I turn and run.
Second 20: I've take cover behind the apartment building. My sister is there too.
Second 22: He fires another shot. The brick chips.
Second 23: I tell my sister we should sneak away.
Second 24: He starts walking our way.
Second 25: We start running and so does he, shooting at us the whole time.
Second 28: His clip is empty, he tosses the gun aside and picks up speed.
Second 30: He grabs my shoulder, kicks in my knee, and just like that I'm on the ground.
Second 31: He puts his hand on my neck.
Second 32: I can't breath. I thrash against him.
Second 34: It's to no avail, my kicks get weaker, my bucks all but stop.
Second 38: I am immobile. My vision is getting fuzzy.
Second 39: I'm almost unconscious, but I feel a thump, and the pressure on my neck is gone.
Second 40: My sister drops the lead pipe she used to bash in the thugs head and helps me up.
Second 41: We start to walk back.
Second 45: A horn blares from the street. Someone calls out for a "Tyrone."
Second 46: We run back behind the building. The thug saw us.
Second 47: He follows us, just walks doesn't run.
Second 50: Thug 2 rounds the corner just in time to be met with us, Tyrone's immobile figure, and my lead pipe.
Second 53: We've dragged our latest victim behind the apartment.
Second 55: Someone opens a window on the second floor.
Second 56: It's a woman. She screams.
Second 57: We make a break for our assailants' car.
Second 58: We find the key under the seat.
Second 59: We start the ignition.
Second 60: The car bomb detonates.
Written by Deontejordan (D. Jordan)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2 reading list entries 0
comments 2 reads 796
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
POETRY
Today 00:17am by ajay
SPEAKEASY
Today 00:04am by Tallen
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 11:27pm by smackdownraven
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 11:16pm by Ahavati
COMPETITIONS
Yesterday 10:17pm by Layla
SPEAKEASY
Yesterday 9:03pm by Vee