ARE THE EYES OF GOD MY PROTECTION / DRUGS AND DEATH MY REALITY , I KNOW NOT OF WHAT THEY SPOKE OF HEAVON...- AYNONMOUS

Blackout walked into the bedroom and turned on the light. The four bound and gagged people that lay on the floor were all nude. The reason these people were being held was because two of them, a local cat named Smiley, and his chick a Brooklynite named Tykeisha, had robbed a dope spot belonging to Quarters. Unfortunately for them old boy killed the worker who was a sixteen-year-old kid named Carlton. Smiley couldn’t handle the fact that Tykeisha had to fuck Carlton to get in the spot. Twelve hundred in cash, two chains, a watch and eight bundles of dope was all they got.

Two fiends had seen the two leaving the house in a hurry. Drug addicts true to form once they discovered what had went down, they got in touch with Blackout with their eye witness accounts. They were hoping to score some smack. Big mistake on their part. Blackout knew the nigga and his broad had to go, but now so did the fiends. The last thing he was going to do was have two drug addicts that could testify against him in connection to a double homicide. So now all four of them had to go.

Unknown to Blackout was the fact that Boo had an incident with this same Smiley character a few months earlier. Smiley was a light skin cat with what people in the south called good hair, gold caps on his teeth and a long scar that ran across his stomach to his back. It looked like a knife wound.

Blackout smiled down at Smiley, “Would you kill me if I fucked her right now, in front of you? I think not. You know I have fucked her before, the bitch is a chickenhead. Bad way to find out, huh? Anyway word just came back, your time is up. Why’d you kill the kid, over some pussy? Is it really that good? I didn’t think so. Well in ya after life you can brag you had pussy to die for.”

Blackout lit a cigar and walked over to Tykeisha. “Brooklyn, you a long way from home. I’ll tell you what, if your pussy is good and wet I’ll let you go.” He forced her legs apart and inhaled deep on the cigar three or four times and then shoved it inside her. She couldn’t scream because the gag in her mouth had a knot that was clogging her throat. She strained against the ropes and her eyes grew big and teary. Blackout shook his head with a smirk. “I always knew you was burning.”

He turned to the two dope fiends. “It’s too late for you to learn to keep your mouth shut about things you see. Look at death as I look at it, all your problems of this world are gone.”

Blackout truly felt sorry for the fiends, but business had no emotions. That’s why he was Quarters’ number one man. Since he started dealing with Quarters he had learned how to kill without enjoyment. He was a businessman, whose job was to kill. He now was indifferent. Business gave murder a whole new outlook. It was no longer personal beef but was simply a matter of business and business meant people had to die sometimes.

He went down to the basement and made preparations for his work. He brought out two ten gallon steel containers, a bucket filled with gasoline and a burlap sack. Blackout returned upstairs, and entered the bedroom. He was wearing a long rubber smock and rubber gloves that almost reached his elbows. He grabbed Smiley by the arms and dragged him down to the basement. He left Smiley and returned upstairs and brought Tykeisha down next.

He smiled wickedly at Tykeisha. “You get to watch this nigga die like you watched Carlton die you grimy bitch!”

He walked over to Smiley and pulled out a .380 caliber pistol from the small of his back and put it to Smiley’s head, he pulled the trigger and the gun clicked as Smiley closed his eyes tightly. “I wish you would have the pleasure of dying so easy and you will too after this.” Blackout brought the bucket of gas over and poured it all over Smiley’s body. “Take a last look at this bitch. This is why you dying.”

He removed a cigarette pack from his pocket and shook out a Newport, he knelt down near Smiley and struck a match off the concrete basement floor, and lit his cigarette. As he stood up he tossed the match on Smiley’s body.

Next he stepped to where Tykeisha was as Smiley writhed on the floor. The smell of burning flesh filled the basement. Tykeisha began to squirm and cry. She closed her eyes so she couldn’t see the awful sight. Blackout went back upstairs and came back with one of the fiends. Smiley was burnt to his bones by the time he returned. He went back upstairs and returned with the other fiend.

Blackout grabbed a small wall extinguisher and put out the small flame that remained. Surprisingly there wasn’t a lot of smoke in the basement and he had taken the precaution of unhooking all the smoke detectors in the house. Tykeisha was on the floor unconscious. He walked to her and kicked her in the stomach. “Wake up bitch! It’s ya turn, I promise I won’t burn you.”

He dragged her over near Smiley’s remains. He then brought over one of the ten gallon containers, opened it, and poured the substance over Smiley’s bones. Some splashed on Tykeisha. She tried to squirm away but everywhere the substance touched was burning. It was like her skin just disappeared and the pain was excruciating. “That’s right bitch, it’s acid and you’ll never feel anything like this again.” Smiley was already an unrecognizable pile of dust. “Eats through bone and all; I know you wish you were dead right now.”

He stood over Tykeisha and began pouring the acid over her body, beginning at her head down to her feet, and then back up again. Tykeisha was dead before he reached her torso the second time.

The two fiends stared in disbelief. Blackout walked to the work bench and grabbed the pistol with the silencer on it and walked to the fiends and shot them both point blank in the head. He poured the rest of the acid on their bodies. He spilled oil on the bloodstains and the burn marks on the floor and sprinkled wood chips over the oil. Blackout swept the wood chips into a shovel and dumped them in a burlap sack.

Satisfied that the oil would cover up any of the night’s events, he grabbed the sack, switched off the light in the basement, and threw everything he had on including the smock and gloves into the sack. After stripping down he took a shower and got dressed. He checked the house one more time, turned off all the lights, grabbed the sack and walked to his Navigator. Blackout placed the sack on the floor of the passenger’s side of the vehicle. He drove until he saw a dumpster, got out the truck grabbed the sack tossed it in the dumpster and pulled off.