The Streets - Tai Goodman (online e reader TXT) 📗

DISCLAIMER

None of the story/documentary happened in American history. All of the contents in this book is fictional, and contains graphic violence, gore, language, and racism references.

 

All of this is included to create a more immersive and realistic experience.

Prologue: No Talk

 

 

“When the Italian Mafia arrived in Detroit, it instantly dissipated. All because of one man, Efrain D’Myers. Nobody knows where he is today, nor what he’s doing. SWAT teams searched every nook and cranny in Detroit. Then they took extreme measures and checked places you couldn’t expect. Sewers, mountains, power plants, lakes and ponds, islands, amusement parks, even militarized zones. Still couldn’t find him. The last option was to check Michigan as a whole, and then the bordering states: Wisconsin, Ohio, Indiana. Heck, they even checked Ontario in Canada! Nothing.

All 98 days, wasted. I’m Damion West, and this documentary is

 

THE STREETS

By Tai Goodman

 

“I’m Brenton D’Myers, Efrain’s brother. I’m 1 year younger. Right now, I’m 72. Efrain and I were born in Detroit, been here all our lives unless we went elsewhere. At age 24, I joined Efrain in the military, participated in several wars. We got back. We were in the bloods. I luckily left that life behind before it got violent. Well it did, but not with me. Efrain remained in the gang, and became… Molded by it. What made his behavior worse was the military experience. He didn’t kill enemies like all the other bloods. He had strategies, weird weaponry, all that mess. If he isn’t dead now, he will be, and he’ll be in hell.”

 

DETROIT, MICHIGAN

 

Efrain walked into a gas station, buying a pack of gum. He walked over to the store clerk, and looked at his physical traits. African American, tattoos, rusted name tag. “Just the gum?”

“Yes.”

The clerk examined his physical traits. “You look like you had one rough night. What’d you do, get in a dogfight?”

 

“What business is it of yours?” Efrain asked him with a straight stare, no blinking.

 

“I didn’t mean nothing by it.”

 

Efrain noticed a blue collar under the clerk’s uniform. “You’re in a gang, aren’t you?” The clerk looked both ways and said, “Yeah, why you asking? You looking to get clipped?”

 

“No.. I believe it’s the other way around.” Efrain pulled out a yellow boxcutter and jumped over the counter. “Take a guess at why I’m doing this.” The clerk felt the handle up against his chin. “I asked you a question. So answer it.”

 

“You.. You’re in the bloods?”

 

Efrain grinned. “Correct.” The clerk said, “Please, don’t. I’ll leave the crips, I swear!”

“Too late.”

 

Efrain pressed a button on the boxcutter, sending a blade through the clerk’s skull. “Crip scumbag.” He turned around and saw a customer standing there. “Take your crap and leave, if that’ll shut you up.” The customer nodded and ran outside of the store. Efrain watched someone go into the back room. He entered the room, and turned on the lights. The janitor was hiding behind a crate. “You’re not that slick at hiding, are you?”

 

Damion: “Efrain murdered two crips to start. This was the day everything went to hell. The day Efrain’s eyes were forced to look up to the Italian Mafia. The news crew found the clerk’s body outside in a shopping cart, and the janitor’s body was thrown into the ice-machine outside. Nobody knows why he hid one corpse and displayed another.”

 

 

Chapter 1: Onslaught

Two shadows that looked like feet appeared under a door, and three knocks came by quickly. “Someone’s at the door, be ready to shoot!” a mobster said.

The two mobsters aimed at the door. “What’s he doing?” And then behind one of the mobsters was a man with a boxcutter. He aimed it at the man’s chin and put him in a headlock.

 

“Tell me something, who do you work for? You tell me now, you might not lose everything.”

 

“I don’t know!”

 

“That’s what everybody says.”

The man pressed a button on the boxcutter, sending a blade through the man’s skull. “MOTHERF-” The stranger kicked the other one in his crotch, then twisted his arm, breaking it. “WHO IS IT?”

 

“Benjamin Tyrone! He’s the leader of the mafia!” The man squinted and asked, “Mafia? That’s who’s been controlling Detroit?” He nodded. “He rules with an iron fist. People who cross him- they don’t live too long...:”

Three cars arrived outside. “You called your friends. What a wimp.” The man shot the blade through the mobster’s head, and stole his assault rifle. The mobsters exited their cars and pointed their weapons at the house. The stranger kicked the door open, and came outside with the rifle loaded and ready.

 

Damion West: “Efrain D’Myers destroyed the Italian Mafia in 1969 in Detroit, Michigan. The reason I’m doing this documentary is just so I can expose D’Myers positive effect on a city that was negative from the start.

D’Myers was in a gang, the bloods. But before gangs, he was in the military for 5 years. He served in the Lebanon Crisis, Vietnam, and returned to the United States in 1965 just to join the bloods and kill more people. But this isn’t why he killed the Mafia. The Mafia took something from him that spiked his history forever. They stole his car, killed his friends, busted up his home, robbed him, and other things.”

 

Brenton D’Myers: “My brother, Efrain… He wasn’t the most happy kid around. He got in fights in school, with friends, and all because he didn’t get what he wanted. Everybody IS that way, and wants their own way. But you don’t get what you always want, right?

Tyrone and his thugs busted into Efrain’s home, took all his shit and left. That’s crime, plain crime. But what Efrain did as a response, it wasn’t clean or pretty. But it was PRETTY devastating to say the least.”

 

DETROIT, MICHIGAN

 

Efrain dropped the empty assault rifle and walked past several cars, then he smashed a window and hotwired one of the mobster’s cars. He drove home at that second.

Meanwhile, Benjamin was furious at what happened.

“Some…. BLOODS KILLED OUR MEN? How many was there because there won’t be any when I’m through with ‘em!” he demanded.

 

His assistant, Paul, replied, “One, sir.”

 

“ONE? Are you kidding me? JUST ONE? And what’d he use to kill everybody?”

 

“He shot up the reinforcements, but he first killed two men on Washington Avenue with a… small blade, perhaps?”

 

Benjamin shook his head. “We took over this place so we could face crime at the other states, NOT come in and get killed by it. We need people to be trained. Send everybody to the nearest firing range or something. Get more guns, heck even fortify our homes!

This better not happen again, or I will gut you like a fish PAUL.”

Chapter 2: Hot and Heavy

 Efrain walked up to a locked door, and pulled out a contraption: Part knife, part oxygen tank, and cattle stamper. He pushed it against the lock... and pulled its trigger, sending the lock through its hole and into the room. 

 

Damion: "From surveillance cameras, we discovered this as a break in tool Efrain used. A knife's grip, plugged up to an oxygen tank that blasts air at a high speed, fast enough to put a hole in someone's body."

 

The lock hit somebody in their throat, stunning them. Efrain kicked the door down and surveyed the area in a second. One man, sitting on a box across from him. Efrain dodged a shot by rolling under it, and slid over to the mobster. Then he grabbed the barrel of his SMG, and pointed it upwards to the mobster's chin..  BANG!

 

"I heard a shot from this way!"

 

Efrain spun around with the SMG and aimed at the general direction. "Come on.. Come at me, come at me." Three men came around the corner, mobsters. "Fire!"

Efrain shot two of them before they were able to fire. The third one attempted to run away, until Efrain snagged his necklace and pressed his foot against his back. Efrain began to choke him. "Where'd you think you were gonna go anyways? Your luck basically ran out once I came into the building," Efrain whispered in his ear. Efrain completed the sequence of choking him and dropped his corpse. Efrain picked up his gun as well, holding two guns in his hands. 

 

Efrain sprinted into the next room, and discovered nobody inside. "Come on out, I know somebody's here!" Efrain's ear caught the small sound of a "tick" and he turned around, facing a couch. He fired both weapons at the couch and stopped after 2 seconds. He trotted behind it to find a mobster all shot up.

 

Meanwhile...

 

Benjamin picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Hello? Yes. We've got the little rat in the 2402 on Virginia Avenue. Send... 20-25 people over there.. Armed with machine guns! AND TELL EVERYBODY, WE'RE BLOWING THIS FUCKER DOWN!" 

 

Efrain checked the entire building, then heard a series of cars arrive outside. "Alright, move! We need five on all four sides! When I give the word, we all fire! And don't stop until your gun's empty! He's not getting out alive!" the leader said.

 

Efrain peeked out the curtain of a window. "Oh... SHIT!" Four men came along the side with machine guns. He looked around for a place to hide. He opened a fridge in the corner and removed all of the trays inside. Then he attempted to fit himself inside, and couldn't fit. "READY!"

 

Then he noticed a weapons safe in the center of the room. Efrain dropped his guns and headed over to the safe. "AIM!"

 

He broke the lock and climbed inside, shutting the door without completely sealing himself away. "FIRE!" A hailstorm of gunfire shot up the building. Efrain