1 The Home Invasion

I and Angel sit in a teal 1997 Honda Accord scoping out a property that has been properly recon-ed for days now. It is a strange-looking house although we are in the ghetto it appears to have architecture from slavery. It reminds me of old school horror movies where spirits enter and haunt. It has been speculated to be abandoned but my partner Angel believes it might be worth the hit.

We both put on our masks and prepare to leave the car I bring up the terms, "You make what you find" which means that whatever the person finds themselves is what they keep. It keeps me and him from fighting over what we want to keep and what we want to sell, which has happened multiple times in the past. It makes me not want to accompany him on these missions anyway.

As we head across the street I see a crow leave the roof of the house and it seems odd to me for some reason. "It must be nothing," I think to myself. We enter pass the small chain-link fence door, that's already open, and look both ways to make sure that no one is watching us. Luckily the only houses around this area are pretty far spread so we should be good.

Angel picks the lock to the house and turns his head towards me to say something, "Man I really don't see why people still use these locks bruh, I mean they're like really easy to pick." I reply "I don't know my nigga, but just hurry up before someone comes and asks what we're doing here." "Look here De'Mandre, don't rush me my dude," Angel says. "Look we in here already so stop bitchin."

Angel gets the door open and inside the house is very dark. It appears that the rumors were true, that it is abandoned. I pull out my flashlight on my phone to see what was around because the light reflecting from the moon wasn't enough to aid my vision.

I see Angel looking for valuables but in a more precise manner this time around. I think nothing of it and find my way to the stairs eventually. As I make my way upstairs I realize that the house is vacant yet there is not much dust. "The family might be on vacation," I think and leave my thoughts there.

I find a bedroom. It looks well structured and neat, more so than my own place. The bed is made but the covers and pillows seem to be straight out of the '60s. I make my way to a vanity and then see a jewelry box. "Hell yeah," I quietly exclaim to myself and look inside to find jewelry. I throw all of it in my bag then I hear the footsteps of what I hope is my partner. I turn to find him staring at me. I begin to feel a weird presence around me, I yelled: "Go check the rest of the house." Angel then turned away in a militaristic like fashion which is completely unlike him.

I finish checking the room and then the other room upstairs then left to head down the stairs to our meeting point. Angel arrives shortly after me. We gather our findings and then begin to head to the car, On our way out I turn back I see the crow from earlier return to the roof. I am not fully sure what that means but it is definitely rubbing me the wrong way.

We are at the car, I hop in the passenger side and Angel hops in the driver seat. He fires up the car and we are outta there. The entire ride back to my house is filled with an almost awkward silence almost as if there is bad blood in the air. Out of my peripheral, it appears that Angel constantly looks over at my bag, I turn around to give him a look that lets him know not to test my resolve.

We arrive at my house and I'm getting myself together as I prepare to leave the car. "Aye, bruh" Angel says casually. "What did you get?"

I reply "We already went over this man, you keep what you got, I'mma stay to myself and we just gon' leave it at that a'ight?"

Angel then gets out of the car and stands up between the driver's seat and the open door behind him. I also step out of the car but I also close the door behind me.

"You see my dude I picked that house for a reason, and that reason may be what's inside your bag right now," Angel says. I reply "Well you should've said something about it before my nigga. It's too late now. You agreed to the terms 'You make what you find' and that's final bruh"

Angel responds back to me and says, "A'ight then my nigga, I see how you are bruh. Don't ever ask me fo' no mo' licks eva again my nigga, I'mma just letcho bitch ass starve out here." "That shit cool with me bro" I reply with my arms completely horizontal to my shoulders.

I turn around and begin to make my way inside angrily at my now former partner in literal crime. As I make my way inside, Angel goes into his car under his seat and pulls out a gun. He points it at my back and then begins to unload multiple shots into my back, leaving me completely breathless and contributing to my descent to the pavement.

Slowly fading and losing consciousness, I see Angel approaching me and taking my bag of jewels. "All you had to do was give me the bag dawg," he says in a monotone manner. He then goes through it and then hops into his car and leaves.

As I lay fading, I still cling on to the little bit of life I have left. I am now in a war against the clock as my life span is now shortened drastically. I patiently lie waiting for an ambulance, but waiting for one of them to show up in the hood is damn near a waste of time.

Miraculously the paramedics come to get me, I'm relieved. I have a chance. I somehow find a way to get to my feet as the paramedics rush to get me. "Don't take me to Grady, take me to some other hospital," I told the paramedics but they seem to ignore my words.

I see them rush to my feet and I sit in misunderstanding. "They actin' like they don't see me right now," I thought. As I look down at my feet I find a shocking discovery to see that I am still on the ground. "Yo what the hell bruh, am I really dead! Nah bruh c'mon now! I can't be dead! Damn it!" I screamed.

A celestial space black, white-spotted entity comes down from the sky like a piece of paper falling off the top of a building. Its skin looks like a perfect picture of the nebula, space, and stars. Its hair is something like an African, almost a God-like afro but in the form of an animated wildfire. Its feet grace the ground as it lands and then it slowly starts to make its way towards me.

"Who are you?" I asked the celestial being. "Enoch" it replied. "Why are you here?" I ask again in a fearful tone.

It looks at me with a squint as to signal to me to stop testing its patience. "We both know why I'm here" it replies in a more commanding voice.

I begin to tear up, but I hold it in, suck it up, and stand up straight as I get ready to face the consequences for my actions. "A'ight then, let's go," I say standing my ground.

Enoch replies, "Well actually, this isn't going to go down the way you think it is." I ask it, "Then how is this gonna work?" And it tells me, "We both know that you haven't lived the model life here, but I have a proposition for you in order to absolve yourself from your pending judgment." Standing puzzled I ask, "Well what is your proposition?" Enoch looks behind itself and a portal opens up, he looks to me and says "Follow me."

Back home, Angel makes his way home but before he gets home he is stopped by the police. He is assumed to be another black male suspect charged with an assault. He is then arrested and the bags they found from our hit is taken in.