Chapter 30 - Jaseon Jr
“If this isn’t déjà vu, I don’t know what is.” I heard my Uncle Amir say from behind me. “The fuckin’ irony.”
Standing in the middle of the warehouse, I stood silently, already in that mode.
My father, uncles, and boy, Marshall, were in attendance for a show today, and I was definitely about to give them one.
As I stared at my latest victim with hell and hatred in my heart, I allowed all of his transgressions to replay in my mind.
He was going to feel every single issue that he had caused for my family and me, and I hoped he was ready.
“Am I supposed to be scared of you standing there like you’re Michael Myers?” TJ spat out literally, as blood flew from his lips. “Let’s get this shit over with.”
Twirling my machete, the voices of my family began to fade.
Rusted beams and leaking pipes surrounded us in my father’s warehouse.
The ceilings were so high, your screams would be swallowed before reaching God.
The walls were stained with so much history and blood that no amount of scrubbing would clean them.
This is the place where my father killed his brother.
It was the place where I would kill his son.
How fuckin’ poetic.
Glaring at me with pure revulsion, TJ tried his best to be strong. He tried his best to put up this front as if he was brave and wasn’t worried about the fate that he was about to endure. Even with that, his eyes didn’t lie. I could see the bitch in them, and he was scared as fuck.
“You’re not tied or strapped down, TJ.” I walked over to the metal table that held various tools, restraints, and concoctions. With my back turned to him, I placed Kimbo on the table, then slowly pulled my hoodie over my head. “You can leave here at any time.”
I turned back to face him. He was sitting in the middle of the room in a folded chair, watching my every move.
His lack of response was perfect because I had plenty to say to his ass.
“I just want to kick shit with you. That’s what all this is about, right?
You want to be part of the family? You want to be acknowledged by the McKnights for being the spawn of a bitch-ass nigga? ”
Leaning against the table, I crossed my ankles, as well as my arms across my chest. “You want to have a heart-to-heart with me? Your uncles?” I nodded toward my dad and Uncle Amir. “Speak, bitch.”
Jumping from his seat, the sound of the chair slamming to the concrete floor echoed. His chest heaved up and down as he scowled at me. “You think this shit is fuckin’ funny, nigga?”
“Hilarious,” my father responded to him from behind me.
“You should have left well enough alone, and maybe you would have lived longer than your pappy. Maybe it’s good that you killed that girl and your baby.
It’s clear that bitch shit runs in your blood.
I’m sure that mangy rascal would’ve been a bitch too. ”
Lunging toward my father, I pushed off the table and sent a right hook to his jaw before he could make it across the room. He stumbled to the left, catching his bearings before he drew back and swung my way. Ducking his fist, I sent a quick jab to his ribs, making him fall to his knees.
“That’s your problem right there, nigga.” I kicked him in the face and watched as teeth flew across the room. “You’re too fuckin’ emotional.” He was trying his best to stand, but I kept kicking him back down over and over again.
“You allowed your emotions to steal from my father.”
Kick.
“You allowed those emotions to have you approach my mother.”
Kick.
“You allowed those emotions to have you almost kill my sister, you bitch!”
Kick! Crack!
“Gah damn!” Uncle Mitch hooted as I sent a hard kick to TJ’s head, knocking him out immediately. “Did you kill the nigga?”
“Now what fun would that be?” I heaved as I hovered over him. Heat was radiating inside of me, and I felt as if I was about to combust. “The fun is just about to begin.”
Picking that nigga up from the floor like the lightweight hoe he was, I walked him over and dropped him on top of the metal slab. There was no need to strap the nigga down; my new friend, Jules, gave me a little something to help me out today.
“I’m so glad that witch nigga had to take his ass back to Florida,” Pops said as he walked to the side of the table.
Tapping the syringe twice, I wasted no time injecting the contents into Tyreek’s neck.
“He really gives me the heebie jeebies. I didn’t think I could fear another human more than I fear your mother. That nigga ain’t living right.”
Ignoring my father’s antics, I watched as TJ’s body convulsed. Vomiting at the mouth, we watched as his body shook and damn near fell off the table. I was starting to worry that my fun would be short-lived, until his body went still. His breathing evened out before his eyes suddenly opened.
“Welcome back.” I grinned, walking back over the supply table that held everything I needed.
“Now, the real fun begins. Before I commence, let me just say that it was me being nice. I was supposed to kill you a long time ago. Not just because of what you did to my family, but my Bloss Baby.” His eyes turned to slits at her name.
“Thank you for her, by the way. That woman is something special. You wouldn’t know that, though.
” I smirked, watching the tears form in his eyes. “That pussy is custom-made now.”
“I’ll kill you!” He sneered, moving his head from side to side. It was then that he realized he couldn’t move his body. “What have you done to me?”
“Just a little temporary paralysis. Trust me, you’re going to feel everything.” I smiled, tying my apron around my neck before slipping on my gloves. “Also, a little something that’s going to keep you here with us until I’m ready for you to die. Is that cool? Are you comfortable?”
“This nigga is insane…” Marshall simpered from behind me. “Y’all are about to see how wicked with nigga Slash really is.”
Listening to the fellas walk over toward the metal table, I said nothing as I prepared for today’s job.
The room was silent as I began to strip him naked from head to toe.
Unmoved by him cussing and his meaningless threats, I continued to strip him until he lay before us naked as the day he was born.
Pulling over a smaller metal table, I took note of the things I would need and made sure it was all in place.
Scalpel.
Retractors.
Sheers.
Bone Saw.
Dragging my eyes back to TJ, I saw the fear settle. I noticed the moment his breathing changed and reality set in. He knew it was time, and his fate had been decided.
Perfect.
“The date is November thirteenth, the time is twenty-three hundred pm,” I spoke into the recorder as I clipped the microphone on my smock.
“Today’s specimen is alive and well but has been a bitch his entire life.
He’s been itching for this day to come, and I’m more than happy to oblige.
” I assessed his frame and frown. “Specimen doesn’t have much of a package, so I can understand why my girl never gave him the pussy.
She would have definitely gotten a rug burn.
” Dragging my eyes back up to his face, I frowned.
“What you thought you were going to do with that cocktail sausage, boy?”
“That’s a damn shame!” Pops leaned up in disgust, shaking his head. “Ain’t no way you’re my nephew with that lil’ cashew shaped muthafucka. How do you even bust with that?”
Ignoring my dad, I got back to the task at hand and began the procedure. I’d never done an autopsy on a live victim before, and the shit had me excited.
“Ahhh!” he screamed as I used the scalpel and began making his Y-incision at his left shoulder. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Shut up, nigga,” I murmured as I slid the blade down his abdomen before making my way to the right side. Fluid began slowly seeping out. “You need to drink more water, too, bitch. Slow draining-ass blood.”
“Please, man, don’t do this shit!” he cried as I finished the incision, placing the scalpel back on the table. “You can’t do this to me!”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want to do!” I sneered, picking up the clamps to peel back his skin and hold it in place.
I could hear one of the fellas behind me gag, but I was too fascinated by seeing the beats and movements of the working organs.
Leaning forward into the mic, I began to speak.
“Specimen appears to have all his organs intact and in perfect health. They won’t be for long, though. ”
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Ahhhh!!! Ahhh!!!” His shrilled screams echoed through the warehouse as I began to break his ribs. “I can’t take this pain!”
“Victim is trying to tap out, but he doesn’t know I have a relationship with the devil himself.
” I smiled down at him. This nigga had tears and snot everywhere.
“Boko said the elixir I gave you will keep you alive for hours. We have all night, TJ, but I’m not going to be here long.
I have to pull up on my girl and drop dick in her.
” I cracked another rib, giving me access to his left lung.
“She doesn’t know it yet, but her ass is coming back home tonight. ”
“Blossom…”
Smack!
“Don’t say her name, bitch.” I slapped the shit out of him, sending his fluids flying everywhere. “You'd better be glad I didn’t kill you in front of her. I should have snapped your fuckin’ neck and dropped you at her feet for touching her today.”