It Was A Murder
“No, the fuck he didn’t!?!” This thought circled in his cerebellum as he readied his weapon. His first impulse was to let a shot fly, but he knew he had to be smart about it. The harsh words replayed in his memory as he tried to keep his composure. It was murder time.
The day started like any other for Jason. He woke up, ate breakfast and went to school. He was a decent student, when he applied himself. On this particular Friday, Jason had a history test that he was woefully unprepared for. He spent the previous night with his girlfriend, Layne instead of studying. Jason’s lackadaisical approach to his school work jeopardized his chances of attending a good university, but his high SAT scores revealed his natural intelligence.
The entire morning, Jason had a foreboding sense that something was going to happen. He expressed this strange feeling to Layne during 3rd period French class. She quickly belied his fears, with a quick peck on the cheek and a reassuring word. Layne was his lifeline, the only thing that kept him from being a total loner in his school.
In the high school cafeteria, Jason was sitting by himself, listening to music and picking at his tater tots. He bopped his head to the beats in a self imposed solitude. Through his peripheral vision, he spotted a group of 4 young men approaching him. He removed his oversized headphones and took a defensive posture. They walked up a little too close to Jason and surrounded him at the lunch table.
“What y’all need?” Jason exclaimed his heart racing.
“Let’s take it outside” the ringleader replied.
Jason looked around for some allies and realized there were none to be found. Alone, he had no choice but to comply with the gang’s wishes. He stood up and with great trepidation, followed them out of the side door to the parking lot. Jason plotted an escape route, in case things took a wrong turn. The gang, sensing the plan, however blocked his path. There was no way out for Jason, his moment of truth had arrived.
The May sun radiated overhead, causing Jason to break out in a profuse perspiration. Or perhaps it was nerves. One kid versus four was hardly a fair fight. For the first time in a long while, Jason was actually scared. Throngs of high school students flocked to the scene anticipating a beatdown for the ages. The thugs would surely destroy the pseudo nerd. Jason didn’t stand a chance.
Jason retreated into his mind, barely paying attention as the gang spewed hateful venom in his direction. One thug got directly in Jason’s face as he hurled various insults directed at everything from Jason’s clothes to his mother. Jason didn’t flinch. He stood there stoically as he prepared for the inevitable to happen. And then it did.
“That’s why Layne sucked my dick…” the gang’s ringleader said to the delight of the bloodthirsty crowd.
At this point, Jason had had enough. All he could think was “No the fuck he didn’t!?!” The normally reserved young man started having homicidal thoughts. He thought about the weapon he had concealed and whether or not he could take them all out. His fists involuntarily clenched as he gave in to his murderous impulses. And with that he let off a barrage of shots that would forever change his reputation at the school…
When it was over, everyone stood around in shock. Jason was a killer. He took out a whole crew in a matter of seconds. The assistant principal and gym teacher ran toward the parking lot to survey the carnage. They found Jason putting his headphones on and calmly walking back towards the school. The crowd stared in shock at what they had just witnessed.
“What happened here?” the assistant principal yelled.
“Jason straight murdered them dudes over there.” a student replied.
“They never should have tried him. That’s what they get!” another one offered.
The assistant principal pushed his way through the sea of departing students and saw the victims. They were all still breathing, but their egos were crushed. Nerdy Jason had made short work of them with a battle rap. They now knew who the undisputed king of the freestyle was at their school.
It was written…
The day started like any other for Jason. He woke up, ate breakfast and went to school. He was a decent student, when he applied himself. On this particular Friday, Jason had a history test that he was woefully unprepared for. He spent the previous night with his girlfriend, Layne instead of studying. Jason’s lackadaisical approach to his school work jeopardized his chances of attending a good university, but his high SAT scores revealed his natural intelligence.
The entire morning, Jason had a foreboding sense that something was going to happen. He expressed this strange feeling to Layne during 3rd period French class. She quickly belied his fears, with a quick peck on the cheek and a reassuring word. Layne was his lifeline, the only thing that kept him from being a total loner in his school.
In the high school cafeteria, Jason was sitting by himself, listening to music and picking at his tater tots. He bopped his head to the beats in a self imposed solitude. Through his peripheral vision, he spotted a group of 4 young men approaching him. He removed his oversized headphones and took a defensive posture. They walked up a little too close to Jason and surrounded him at the lunch table.
“What y’all need?” Jason exclaimed his heart racing.
“Let’s take it outside” the ringleader replied.
Jason looked around for some allies and realized there were none to be found. Alone, he had no choice but to comply with the gang’s wishes. He stood up and with great trepidation, followed them out of the side door to the parking lot. Jason plotted an escape route, in case things took a wrong turn. The gang, sensing the plan, however blocked his path. There was no way out for Jason, his moment of truth had arrived.
The May sun radiated overhead, causing Jason to break out in a profuse perspiration. Or perhaps it was nerves. One kid versus four was hardly a fair fight. For the first time in a long while, Jason was actually scared. Throngs of high school students flocked to the scene anticipating a beatdown for the ages. The thugs would surely destroy the pseudo nerd. Jason didn’t stand a chance.
Jason retreated into his mind, barely paying attention as the gang spewed hateful venom in his direction. One thug got directly in Jason’s face as he hurled various insults directed at everything from Jason’s clothes to his mother. Jason didn’t flinch. He stood there stoically as he prepared for the inevitable to happen. And then it did.
“That’s why Layne sucked my dick…” the gang’s ringleader said to the delight of the bloodthirsty crowd.
At this point, Jason had had enough. All he could think was “No the fuck he didn’t!?!” The normally reserved young man started having homicidal thoughts. He thought about the weapon he had concealed and whether or not he could take them all out. His fists involuntarily clenched as he gave in to his murderous impulses. And with that he let off a barrage of shots that would forever change his reputation at the school…
When it was over, everyone stood around in shock. Jason was a killer. He took out a whole crew in a matter of seconds. The assistant principal and gym teacher ran toward the parking lot to survey the carnage. They found Jason putting his headphones on and calmly walking back towards the school. The crowd stared in shock at what they had just witnessed.
“What happened here?” the assistant principal yelled.
“Jason straight murdered them dudes over there.” a student replied.
“They never should have tried him. That’s what they get!” another one offered.
The assistant principal pushed his way through the sea of departing students and saw the victims. They were all still breathing, but their egos were crushed. Nerdy Jason had made short work of them with a battle rap. They now knew who the undisputed king of the freestyle was at their school.
It was written…
posted by Rashan Jamal at 4:25 PM
16 Comments:
Ah ha you almost got me but it was a really good story...
Yeah you should write a book...Why havent you? Obviously you have a gift.
HEE-LARRY-TEE!!!! why is your ass always consumed with battle-rapping??? battle this son!
"easily i approach
the microphone 'cause i aint no joke.
tell your mama to get offa my tip, i have no time to give her my..."
Uh uh... Not I!!!
After you played us the last time, I sat here and read your post with my arms folded and e'erything.....just waiting!
I knew that things were not going to be what they seem. You're like the Black Rod Serling and whatnot.... *LOL*! But I ain't mad atcha!
Very entertaining T.!
~ J. Blaize
I liked that. I cringed at the thought of reading about kids killing kids. You're a very talented writer.
First time commenting. Ok you had me, didn't know where you were taking us, but I enjoyed the trip. Good post!
That was wonderful! You are so talented it's amazing. I can't say anything else besides damn....you're good.
T.Cas has done it again....beautiful ending!
haha, I knew it was a rap battle.
That was masterfully written. It captured the anxiety of battling, knowing you got the vocab, unsure if your wit will translate to the masses. That's a hell of an adrenaline rush.
KZ
Was that autobiographical? This story reminds me that I got out of all but two fights in school due to my word play. I went to public school in the South Bronx until seventh grade, and yes the girls fought, almost daily. I would "snap" on my opponent and then slip out of the crowd while people laughed at her.
The two fights? I won the first one. Some big dufus Aries girl sent some skinny lackie girl to fight me on the bus on the way home from school. I left the bus with a handful of her hair.
The other one I lost...that little yellow b*tch brought six of her friends with her. I guess she heard about the previous bus incident and decided to bring backup...
Inner City Elementary School, dont you just love it?
:-p
You got me. I was like, "This is gonna get violent?!?!?!"
@ everyone - I promise next story I post will not have a twist at the end. At least I'll try not to do it that way.
@ blue butterfli - I'm working on 2. I think i need to choose one and work on it.
@ Tenacious - this was just a little reminiscing I was doing. That cat was me back in high school
@ Trish- I hear ya, I'll let you know when its done. What about yours?
@ fallen angel - I love hip hop, and I wish I could still battle, next time I get drunk I'll come up with something for you
@ Ms. Blaize - I don't know whats up with the twist, its something new I'm trying out.
@ jennaynay - I dont think I could write about kids killing kids. That makes me cringe too
@ onefromphilly - welcome! Thanks for the kind words
@ Diva(in Demand) - thank you, thank you very much (said in the voice of that guy from In Living Color) LOL
@ Liquor and Tv - its actually based on a true story that happened to me back in high school, except for the girlfriend part. I was a loser in high school. LOL
@ KZ - it is a rush. I wish I could still do it. But only when Im drunk now
@ ChezNiki - It was based on a true story. I always talked my way out of fights. I had no hand skills and wasnt trying to get beat down.
@ eps - nah, no violence.
Man now that was hot!!!!
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