Some Things Never Change

Powder said. “Fat Boy said to stay here. Neither of us are true fighters and our opponents know this, let’s not give them any more of an advantage than they already have.”

“That’s not possible. I can’t stay by the sidelines and not do anything to help.” Responded Wayne.

“It’s hard, I know. I want to help too but we would end up doing more harm than good. Let’s not be a distraction when the others are trying to concentrate. Sizzla said to stay out of it unless someone messed with us.”

Crazy T downed another enemy, Wayne couldn’t help but admire his stamina. He was in his element, like a mistreated caged animal released on unsuspecting prey. His blood lust knew no bounds, his machete had already severed the tendon on his next opponent. The opponent collapsed in shock, blood splattered all over his shirt, dripping from his open wound and gushing from his mouth.

“It seems stupid to be having this conversation when it’s evident they need help.” Wayne pointed to where the struggle was real. Powder tightened his grip yet his hand still trembled.

“Wayne you’re the brains of the entire operation that is why everyone is jealous of you. Sizzla specially requested that Fat Boy and I keep an eye on you for your personal safety.”

Wayne looked at Sizzla. “It’s hard for me to believe that Sizzla has acknowledged my greatness but I don’t like being discussed behind my back, it makes me wonder what else has been said. How comes he hasn’t said it to my face, was he waiting to write it on the marker of my grave?”

“Sizzla didn’t want to make your head swell any more than it already has. Don’t worry Sizzla, Fat Boy and Crazy T got this, if anyone can pull this off they can.”

“Yeah, but at what cost. It doesn’t look like they want us to leave this place alive. I promise myself if I make out of here alive I’m done with this business.”

Sizzla and the enemy’s leader were really going at it. It was a crucial turning point in his life, this business was literally a dead end. Wayne finally realized that he didn’t have the hardcore ruthlessness needed to lead a gang, he wanted more out of life. He was glad he realized this sooner than later.

Sizzla and Crazy T were enjoying themselves, it gave them great pleasure to see the pain in their opponent’s eye and watch them mess up. They were going at their enemies hard, all were bloody and bruised. Then Sizzla faltered and his opponent drove his victory home with forceful blows that rained down hard on Sizzla’s body. Sizzla adopted a defensive stance, in a bid to ward off the blows. So that his enemy couldn’t hit any vital areas that would damage to his internal organs in his weakened state.

Clearly his opponent was on some performance endurance drug that made him crazed and gave him herculean strength. His enemy was beyond all clarity and reason, his only aim was to maim and kill. Crazy T saw him flounder as well and went over to help Sizzla. He landed two hard jabs that made the enemy on top of Sizzla double over in pain.

Everywhere he looked people were dropping like flies. It was literally a war scene with a flurry of punches and kicks. Both sides had injured men yet they fought, not wanting to lose ground. Powder took it all in, his eyes were so scared, his worry for his twin etched all over his face.

Before this drama ensued they’d led pretty quiet lives, grew up in the working class bracket in a low income neighborhood. They were not accustomed to this much violence and had free reign over their territory. No sugar coating it, this was the most violence all of them had ever witnessed with the exception of Crazy T. They had all led very sheltered lives up to this point so it wasn’t hard to see why the situation was unbelievable.

Look how the mighty had fallen, both leaders of each side was down, Sizzla and Crazy T had finally reached their limits. Sizzla lay on the floor gasping for breath and blood was everywhere. Crazy T was beside him, he had ripped apart his T-shirt in a bid to stop the flow.

Sizzla was struggling to breathe just to stay alive. Powder ran to his side to assist him while Wayne tried to make sense out of Crazy T’s incoherent ramblings. All this bloodshed had pushed Crazy T over the edge of sanity, he had lost his mind. This was the first major coup the Dutty Bloodz had ever been in and it didn’t look like they were going to win the skirmish. The Dutty Bloodz wouldn’t survive with the loss of its leaders and Wayne wasn’t going to shoulder that burden alone. Life as they knew it was officially over for the Dutty Bloodz. They had more injured on the ground than their opponents.

A hard crushing blow from a baseball bat sent Wayne tottering to the ground. Wayne closed his eyes and winced from the pain. He had never in all his years felt anything like that before. The pain registered was mind consuming and crippling. He wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball but luckily he landed into a rubbish heap. Wayne’s hand searched for anything he could use as a weapon before his adversary attacked again. Fortunately he latched onto a wooden chair leg, its broken edge would do severe damage if applied with great force. This was his only hope at survival as he had no other weapon on his body.

The assailant was on him again and had his left hand pinned to the ground. Wayne channeled his mind so that the pain wouldn’t be the focal point. He needed to be calm so that he would know when to use the wooden peg to his advantage. It took a lot of concentrated effort for Wayne to use his right hand to bring the wooden peg down on the enemies back while he was on top of him. The distraction allowed him to roll from under the enemy and get to his feet. Anger and pain was a heady combination that fueled his rage. It was like a switch had flipped in his mind and his survival instinct went up a notch.