Post by DARIUS WALKER on May 10, 2022 13:23:57 GMT -5
Bakersfield.
To some, it’s home of the roughest and violent street gangs you could have ever imagined. There’s never been a leeway if you were a good kid trying to make it out of the hood or you were going to be grown up with a gun in your back pocket in case the opps were ready to lead a hit and run on you. These streets are what have shaped the men and women that have lived to tell the tales of their horrific and barbaric stories, and the tales that those people could tell would be too much for anyone to handle, knowing the violence that they’ve seen and the blood of many that have poured down the many sidewalk drains along these said streets.
For someone like Darius Walker, however, he’s one of those people who’ve seen some insanely horrific shit and yet live to tell the harrowing tales of it. Through the tales of the many children – between the ages of six to sixteen that he’s seen fighting within the gang violence and shot up in the many hit and runs he’s become either a witness to or even affiliated with by association – is enough to scar a man for life. The days that he’s seen pregnant women being stomped out and watching them, and their unborn child, bleed out on the cold concrete is enough to break a man. Darius, however, has still kept himself walking along the streets without a care to the world. After a while, he’s become numb to the feeling of seeing what he’s experienced in his many years on the streets of Bakersfield.
As he continued to walk along the streets of his home neighbourhood, he continued to look around him and see that this neighbourhood has finally come around from the days of it’s sheer violence and torment on those that lived on these streets. This path has become a safe place for children to run around the streets and play around with other children without any bad conflicts, hatred for one another, and without the usage of guns being pulled on a child just to send the message to their parents before pulling the trigger. Those days seemed to be left in the past. The past six months have truly changed this neighbourhood for the best and the feeling of being safe when walking along the streets without having to carry a firearm in the back pocket? A breath of fresh air away from the gang warfare.
Darius walked towards a house on the side of the road, heading towards the door with his hands deep into his hoodie’s pockets as he knocked a couple of times, continuing to glance around the neighbourhood and seeing all of the smiling faces—it could only make Darius nod his head and smile along as the visual seemed so cheerful and happy. The door soon opened up and Darius’ old friend, JJ, stood at the door with a large smile on his face seeing Darius arriving to meet with him. The two bumped knuckles with one another before JJ would bring Darius inside of the house.
“I’m sure you’re not here to play catch up, huh?”
Darius walked around the house for a bit, eyeing up the home and seeing all of the pictures along the walls – the three young children and the wife of JJ all up for display for Darius to glance at – and his attention was brought back to JJ as he pulled his hood down from his head.
“House seems empty… the kids not at home? Not even Jada?”
There’s a slight chuckle that comes from JJ as he brings his attention to outside of the house, slowly pulling away at the curtain and pointing towards the small boy outside on the street right in front of the house. Darius glances at the boy as well, noticing him looking like one of the children in the photos around the home.
“That’s Caleb out there… Nova and Imani are with their momma, went to see the old folks. Before moving into this house, Jada never had the chance to make the trip with how much it seemed to have been unsafe to even step outside the door. You know it yourself, the place was a mess before it all seemed to have changed around. I’m so glad the kids finally have a home where they can be safe again. It’s amazing, man.”
Darius nodded his head, looking at JJ watching his son outside on the street, but he reached into his hoodie’s pocket and pulled out a G40 Gen4, silencer attached to the barrel, and slowly made sure that he lined up his shot right as he stepped closer. And closer. Darius, with the gun almost at the side of JJ’s head, nods his head and then fires the shot right into the head of JJ. The blood splattered all over the wall as Darius looked down at his former friend and fired another few rounds right into the chest of JJ.
Darius peeked out the window and saw Caleb continuing to play around with his friends before Darius placed the Glock back into his pocket and headed out of the home, heading back the way he came. An older woman came the opposite way of where Darius was heading and noticed the man as she looked up to him, stopping him along his way and smiling as she placed her hand along his face.
“Darius… it’s been too long. I hear you doing that professional wrestling thing lately, have you? It’s great to see you doing something out of these streets and getting away from the gang wars.”
“It’s great seeing you too, Miss Parker.”
Darius made a quick exit away from Miss Parker and headed back up the street, making sure to put as much distance from him and the home as possible before someone would eventually find the body of his opp.
To some, it’s home of the roughest and violent street gangs you could have ever imagined. There’s never been a leeway if you were a good kid trying to make it out of the hood or you were going to be grown up with a gun in your back pocket in case the opps were ready to lead a hit and run on you. These streets are what have shaped the men and women that have lived to tell the tales of their horrific and barbaric stories, and the tales that those people could tell would be too much for anyone to handle, knowing the violence that they’ve seen and the blood of many that have poured down the many sidewalk drains along these said streets.
For someone like Darius Walker, however, he’s one of those people who’ve seen some insanely horrific shit and yet live to tell the harrowing tales of it. Through the tales of the many children – between the ages of six to sixteen that he’s seen fighting within the gang violence and shot up in the many hit and runs he’s become either a witness to or even affiliated with by association – is enough to scar a man for life. The days that he’s seen pregnant women being stomped out and watching them, and their unborn child, bleed out on the cold concrete is enough to break a man. Darius, however, has still kept himself walking along the streets without a care to the world. After a while, he’s become numb to the feeling of seeing what he’s experienced in his many years on the streets of Bakersfield.
As he continued to walk along the streets of his home neighbourhood, he continued to look around him and see that this neighbourhood has finally come around from the days of it’s sheer violence and torment on those that lived on these streets. This path has become a safe place for children to run around the streets and play around with other children without any bad conflicts, hatred for one another, and without the usage of guns being pulled on a child just to send the message to their parents before pulling the trigger. Those days seemed to be left in the past. The past six months have truly changed this neighbourhood for the best and the feeling of being safe when walking along the streets without having to carry a firearm in the back pocket? A breath of fresh air away from the gang warfare.
Darius walked towards a house on the side of the road, heading towards the door with his hands deep into his hoodie’s pockets as he knocked a couple of times, continuing to glance around the neighbourhood and seeing all of the smiling faces—it could only make Darius nod his head and smile along as the visual seemed so cheerful and happy. The door soon opened up and Darius’ old friend, JJ, stood at the door with a large smile on his face seeing Darius arriving to meet with him. The two bumped knuckles with one another before JJ would bring Darius inside of the house.
“I’m sure you’re not here to play catch up, huh?”
Darius walked around the house for a bit, eyeing up the home and seeing all of the pictures along the walls – the three young children and the wife of JJ all up for display for Darius to glance at – and his attention was brought back to JJ as he pulled his hood down from his head.
“House seems empty… the kids not at home? Not even Jada?”
There’s a slight chuckle that comes from JJ as he brings his attention to outside of the house, slowly pulling away at the curtain and pointing towards the small boy outside on the street right in front of the house. Darius glances at the boy as well, noticing him looking like one of the children in the photos around the home.
“That’s Caleb out there… Nova and Imani are with their momma, went to see the old folks. Before moving into this house, Jada never had the chance to make the trip with how much it seemed to have been unsafe to even step outside the door. You know it yourself, the place was a mess before it all seemed to have changed around. I’m so glad the kids finally have a home where they can be safe again. It’s amazing, man.”
Darius nodded his head, looking at JJ watching his son outside on the street, but he reached into his hoodie’s pocket and pulled out a G40 Gen4, silencer attached to the barrel, and slowly made sure that he lined up his shot right as he stepped closer. And closer. Darius, with the gun almost at the side of JJ’s head, nods his head and then fires the shot right into the head of JJ. The blood splattered all over the wall as Darius looked down at his former friend and fired another few rounds right into the chest of JJ.
Darius peeked out the window and saw Caleb continuing to play around with his friends before Darius placed the Glock back into his pocket and headed out of the home, heading back the way he came. An older woman came the opposite way of where Darius was heading and noticed the man as she looked up to him, stopping him along his way and smiling as she placed her hand along his face.
“Darius… it’s been too long. I hear you doing that professional wrestling thing lately, have you? It’s great to see you doing something out of these streets and getting away from the gang wars.”
“It’s great seeing you too, Miss Parker.”
Darius made a quick exit away from Miss Parker and headed back up the street, making sure to put as much distance from him and the home as possible before someone would eventually find the body of his opp.