Epilogue
Two weeks later . . .
After several operations and a few stitched-up wounds, Marcus was released out as an outpatient into the hands of Steve, Big C, Lil G, and a few other lords that were obviously there for extra protection. Marcus had to be escorted from the hospital to the car. The operations had him so weak to the point that he needed a urinal bag connected to his penis just for him to urinate properly. Pee Wee was picked up by his aunt and his baby mother. Although Pee Wee suffered a punctured lung and had to have it removed, he still managed to survive with all of his body parts being functional. After hearing the story on Pee Wee, people on the streets started looking at him damn near as a 2Pac figure; after dying twice and being brought back to life showed the real meaning of “real niggaz don’t die”! Believe it or not, this situation boosted Pee Wee’s popularity on the streets; and in the mind of thug niggaz, making it through this episode showed a great sign of strength.
With Steve on one side and Big C on the other, they helped escort Marcus out the hospital into one of Big C’s low-key cars. Lil G was there to open the back door while Big C and Steve carefully placed him in the seat. Marcus looked quite rough from lying in the hospital for so long; he had grew out a thick and full beard and was in major need of a haircut.
After pulling off from the hospital with another car trailing behind them for security purposes, everyone in the car was in complete silence for a couple of minutes. With the radio turned off, all that was heard was the sounds of raindrops rapidly hitting the car from a grey and cloudy afternoon. Steve drove with Big C on the passenger side and Lil G in the backseat with Marcus. The minute or two of silence was broken when Steve asked, “How you feeling?”
“Better, now that I’m outta that damn hospital!” The statement made by Marcus helped lighten up the mood.
“I know how you feel, boa’. I get sick from jus’ walking in that muthafucka,” Big C responded in a semi humorous manner.
As they continued to rotate and make small talk, it looked as if they were heading in the direction of Marcus mother’s house, which was minutes away from the hospital. Marcus noticed Lil G was silent during their conversation.
“Wassup, lord!” Marcus said, attempting to get some positive energy from his homey. Instead he got a simple nod of the head as a greeting. “You over there looking like you ready to go on’a rampage or some’nt. Everything gon’ be a’ight,” Marcus assured.
After giving Marcus a cold stare, Lil G broke his silence by stating, “I’m jus’ glad to see my people make it through that shit.” On their ride down Ogden Avenue, Marcus forced a few more words out of Lil G when he noticed Steve making a detour from the route to the house.
“Where we on our way to, ole man? We ain’t going by the house?” Marcus asked curiously.
“I thought that maybe we’ll take you somewhere that’ll make you feel a little better,” Steve answered.
“Pops, I ain’t well enough to be getting no pussy, now. I’m still recovering,” Marcus said in the midst of a mild laughter.
In between laughs, Steve replied, “I don’t know, after seeing these two bitches, your condition might change.
After a couple more minutes of driving, they pulled up to their destination, which was only a couple of blocks away from where his mother lived. Before exiting the car, Marcus blurted out, “Pops, I know you ain’t serious, man. I ain’t in the mood to be fuckin’ wit’ no bitches!” Marcus dreadfully said. Without giving him a response, they all got out the car. Lil G and Steve helped Marcus to his feet while. While everyone else stayed put in the car that trailed behind them, the four of them walked toward a two-flat apartment building that Marcus wasn’t familiar with. Marcus continued to talk against whatever he thought they had planned as he reluctantly made his way inside the first-floor apartment. Marcus started noticing that nobody was smiling as much, and Lil G seemed extremely focused on the situation.
As they entered the apartment, the three of them instantly guided Marcus downstairs to the basement that connected with the first-floor apartment. At that point, Marcus didn’t know what to expect; all he knew was that his life was in good hands. Whatever they had planned, Marcus never feared for his life because in his mind, these were the same people that he was willing to put his life on the line for at any moment.
As soon as they stepped foot in the dark basement, Steve and Lil G began to turn on the lights. The sewage-scented basement was filled with large spider webs, rusted pipes, water leaks, old furnace and water heaters—a real grimy scenery.
Without saying a word, Lil G and Steve walked off from Big C and Marcus. They went into a room that was sectioned off and came back pushing two chairs that were occupied by two tied-up individuals with pillowcases covering their faces. From that moment on, Marcus knew that there was some real gangster shit in progress.
“Yeah son,” Steve retorted. And for the first time, Marcus actually heard Steve call him son. “Do these niggaz look bitch enough for you?” He said with a smile as he and Lil G snatched the pillowcases off of the victims at the same time. Once uncovering their faces, Marcus recognized the two people to be Peanut and Spoonie; both of them were duct taped from their eyes down to their mouth.
Marcus stood there emotionlessly with an expression that definitely showed signs of revenge. Marcus slowly limped his way toward the two. When he got close enough, Steve presented him with a six-shot chrome .38 revolver with the rubber grip before saying, “This what'chú asked for, right. Now do the honors.” After making that statement, Marcus forcefully snatched the duct tape from each one of their eyes, one at a time. Without either one of them being able to say anything, their eyes told the whole story. Once Spoonie saw Marcus’s face, he instantly busted out into a major sweat, with his eyes opened wide, trying to wiggle himself out of the tightly wrapped rope, attempting to explain himself. Peanut, on the other hand, looked very calm and collected, letting it be known that he was ready to die. Marcus stood there with the pistol in hand and stared at Spoonie as he was struggling, before snatching the tape off his mouth.
“Marcus! Listen to me, lord, please!” Spoonie began to plead his case in a very dramatic way. “I tried everything in my power to stop’em, lord. He didn’t wanna listen! I would never do nuttin’ to jeopardize the nation, you know that shit!” he hollered out with his voice being overwhelmed by a manly outcry. Smack!!! Lil G swung with all his might, hitting Spoonie across the mouth with his pistol.
“Shut the fuck up!” Lil G aggressively demanded, showing signs of a true enforcer.
With blood gushing from his mouth, Spoonie managed to scream out, “I made y’all, niggaz!” He continued to hysterically cry out, “If it what’nt for me, y’all niggaz wouldn’t be shit! You hear me! Y’all wouldn’t be shit!” Spoonie saw Marcus’s hand slowly raising the pistol to his face, and that’s when the panic attack kicked back in. “Come-on, Marcus, man, don’t do this shit! Cee, talk to’em! This shit is against the laws! I’mma muthafuckin’ five-star universal, y’all can’t jus’ do this shit to me!” Before Spoonie was able to say another word, Marcus let off two shots that left perfect holes in Spoonie forehead, leaving him laid on his back, tied up, with his eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. Seconds later Lil G followed suit, but instead of two neat holes to the face, Lil G went on a rampage by emptying his thirteen-shot clip in the face of Peanut, leaving a mess!
After the last shots were fired, Marcus looked back at Big C and Steve with no remorse in his young eyes. Big C simply gave off a nod of approval as Marcus dropped the gun and limped his way toward the way they entered. Lil G stayed behind as the two of them helped Marcus back to the car while swiftly trying to escape the extreme raindrops that was falling. When they successfully made it inside the car, the other carload of people began heading toward the building. Now it was clear to see that they were the cleanup crew!
The Saga Continues with . . . . The Holy City, Part II “Rise in Power”
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