Dreke's Life

((Im just gonna do this shit like a biography. Dope told me to post it, so..))


Birth

Craig paced the hospital impatiently. He was Seven, and his baby brother was being born. He could constantly hear his mother's screams from the next room. Tears of worry dripped off his chin. He could only imagine what kind of agony his mother was in. Angrily, he threw a punch into the brick wall. He heard the knuckle bones crack and fracture, but he didn't flinch. He collapsed in a chair, holding his hand. Nothing could be more painful than this moment. He had never wanted a sibling. Not because of greed for attention; but from fear.

Craig and his father were in a gang. They repped no color, but they ran a massive drug, weapons, and prostitution ring in the city of Atlanta, GA. He was in fear for the safety of his soon-to-be born sibling. He did not want the little person to live a similar life as him, but that couldn't be helped now...

Hour later, his father emerged from the hospital, cradling a bundle of clothe in his arms. Craig looked up to see the small child wrapped in the thermal blankets. He couldn't help but smile as he gazed at his new little brother, despite his anger. He promised himself that day, he would always take care of the kid.

First Day of School

-Six Years Later-

Avery walked down the trash-strewn sidewalk with Craig. It was his first day of Kindergarten, while his brother was entering 7th grade. Craig grinned as he looked down at his little brother, and said;

-Look at mah' lil' nigga, all G' 'n shit.-

Avery smiled proudly at his brother's words, and continued to walk. Ahead, they saw three other boys about Craig's age. Avery frowned at the boys as they approached, and they stopped. Avery gazed up at his brother, who was glaring coldly at the three boys. The three boys were wearing blue almost all over, and had blue bandannas. Crips.


Oh nigga's...check 'dis. Bitch C' and his lil' brother. We heard' you been' diss'in Crips lately, C...Heard somethin' bout the ''C'' word..?

Craig glanced down at Avery, then back up at the three boys. He folded his arms, and spoke;

-G'eah, I said somethin' and you blue-flaggin Crabz. Tha' fuck the problem is? Niggas thinkt hey gang bangin' with them flags 'n shit..-

The three crips turned their stares into pure hatred as he said the word ''Crabs''.

I say we give this fuck a bit' of crippin' discipline, y'feel me homies?

The boy in the middle approached Craig very slowly, broadening his shoulders. Craig delivered a sudden 'bow to his mouth without warning, the boy fell back. The other two quickly rushed up to him. Craig grabbed the second one, throwing him into the broken chain-link fence to the left. The third one landed a few punches on Craig's face, splitting his lip. Craig went down and grabbed the boy by his legs, and slamming him on the concrete. He got up, and went back to the boy by the fence. He kicked him brutally in the face a few times, and left him dazed and bleeding. He proceeded to the boy he slammed, and mounted him. He began to punch into the boy's nose until blood spurted from it and the it broke. Craig climbed off him, and walked over to the middle boy who was slowly getting up.

-Niggas' ain' shit, thinkin' y'gonna fight me infron' of my lil brotha'...-

Craig stomped hard onto the boys back, forcing him back to the pavement. The boy let out a cry of pain, but Craig didnt stop. He continued to stomp the boy repeatedly until he went unconcious.

Craig walked back over to Avery, wiping the trickle of blood from his lip. He bent down and picked up Avery, raising him on his shoulders and continued to walk to school.

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Avery walked into his classroom, looking around.

This is gonna suck...

After a grueling day of childish schoolwork and what not, he met his brother outside his school. They proceeded to walk home. Avery smiled slightly as he looked at the bit of blood still on the concrete from where Craig had fought the crip boys. It was comforting to know he could defend him.


The First Shots

Avery sat infront of his brother. There was a Glock17 in his hands. He looked back at Craig as his brother helped him aim the heavy gun. He closed his eyes as he squeezed the trigger. BLAH! Avery nearly dropped the gun from suprise. He looked up at the picture of President Bush plastered on the brick wall. The bullet hole was at his dick. He looked back at Craig, who was near-literally laughing his ass off.

-You shot...his dick off! Lil..man!-

Avery frowned and attempted to shoot the gun again. BLAH! Concrete chips flew off the wall as the bullet struck Bush in the shoulder. Avery glared and began rapidly squeezing the trigger. BLA-BLA-BLA-BLA-CLICK!. The clip emptied. Smoke cleared away quickly as he looked upon the dozen holes in Bush's chest and face, as well as no-where near the target. Craig took the gun from his hands and tucked it away in his bookbag.

-Lil-man....when you aim, line the dent up with the thing at the end of the barrel. The sight, yeah. Point that at the target, and then shoot..-

Craig pulled out the Glock again, with two clips. He loaded one in, and took aim. He began to shoot another poster-sized picture. Dick Chaney. Avery gaped in awe as his brother shot. BLAH- Headshot. BLAH - Stomach. BLAH - Chest. BLAH - Head. BLAH - Leg. BLAH - Miss. BLAH - Throat. BLAH - Chest. BLAH - Chest. - BLAH - Head. Craig let the empty clip drop from the gun and nodded to Avery.

Avery slapped the clip in, holding the gun just like Craig. He aimed carefully at the poster of a KKK member. He shot the first shot - BLAH. Miss. He began to squeeze off more..
BLAH - Stomach, BLAH - Stomach, BLAH - Head, BLAH - Chest, BLAH - Miss, BLAH - Leg, BLAH - Leg, BLAH - Miss, BLAH - Head, BLAH - Chest, BLAH - Stomach.

-Not bad lil-man. You did pretty good. . Avery smiled with pride at his brother's praise.

He took the gun from Avery and walked him home.


((Ill post the next three chapters later, but I wanna go rp..))