upper cut that caught his chin. He was too big and I knew I couldn’t beat him head-to-head in his kind of fight. He laughed as the blows connected.
“Oh there you go, little girl. Now you got some fight in you.” He swung again, hitting me right in the nose. I felt something pop as blood sprayed everywhere. Pain shot through my whole body and things got fuzzy. He hit me in the face again, and again, and again. I went to my knees, dazed. He was going to kill me.
“C’mon bitch! I thought you was gonna fight?” He grabbed the back of my head and slammed me face first into the street. He did it repeatedly. I couldn’t believe I was still conscious. Then something came over me, something hard to explain. The pain went away, the fear went away, and it was just me and this man. I flopped to the ground and lie there motionless. The man kicked me a few more times and then knelt down next to me. He was about to finish me off.
“You see what happens when you get into other people’s business? You cost me a piece of ass tonight. So you gonna die.” He placed his hand on the back of my head again. This time I grabbed him and struck him in the face with the palm of my hand. I could see the shock on his face that I was even moving. The blow itself wasn’t that strong. The shock went away after a few seconds and I could tell he was about to really go nuts.
I jumped to my feet and punched him in the face several times. None of them were very hard, but enough to distract him. He lunged at me and I stepped out of the way and jumped onto his back. I locked my arm around his neck in a choke hold as I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on for dear life. He ran and thrashed about as I sank my grip in tighter and tighter. After a couple of minutes, he slowed down, barely getting his arms over his head. Then he went to his knees. I stayed on my feet but kept the choke hold in place. His body began to sag and finally went totally limp. I continued to hold on for another minute to make sure he was gone.
I let go of his lifeless body and looked down at him. I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to feel, but I didn’t feel anything other than relief. It was still dark and I was amazed no one had even driven by. From there, I wasn’t sure what to do. So I ran back to my car and drove home. As I drove home it began to rain. I realized years later that the rain would have washed away any DNA or evidence I may have left behind. It was God protecting his warrior.
That was my first human kill. Not nearly as neat and tidy as my work now, but you have to start somewhere.
I was about to reach Nancy Martinez’s house when I saw it; the Bishop’s car sitting across the street from her place. I kept driving and looped around the block. This was going to mess up my plans, big time. That guy was everywhere.
Chapter 13
Not sure what else to do, I sat a block down from Nancy’s house and kept an eye out. It was the middle of the day, but I was used to keeping a low profile during the day. The Tahoe had tinted windows so that helped a lot. The worse thing was nosy neighbors coming up asking what you were doing. It would be even worse if they were to call the cops to check me out, so I turned the Tahoe off and moved to the backseat where I couldn’t be seen. It was really too hot to be sitting in a parked car, but this was the kind of sacrifice that came with the territory. After a few minutes, the Bishop came walking out with Nancy Martinez behind him. In Nancy’s arms was a baby, the same one I had seen her kill. They all got into his Lincoln and drove off. This day was quickly becoming unproductive. Instead of doing more following, I decided to head back to the church. I figured I needed to check in and see if anything new was going on.
When I got back to the church, Jeff Garza, my
“Oh there you go, little girl. Now you got some fight in you.” He swung again, hitting me right in the nose. I felt something pop as blood sprayed everywhere. Pain shot through my whole body and things got fuzzy. He hit me in the face again, and again, and again. I went to my knees, dazed. He was going to kill me.
“C’mon bitch! I thought you was gonna fight?” He grabbed the back of my head and slammed me face first into the street. He did it repeatedly. I couldn’t believe I was still conscious. Then something came over me, something hard to explain. The pain went away, the fear went away, and it was just me and this man. I flopped to the ground and lie there motionless. The man kicked me a few more times and then knelt down next to me. He was about to finish me off.
“You see what happens when you get into other people’s business? You cost me a piece of ass tonight. So you gonna die.” He placed his hand on the back of my head again. This time I grabbed him and struck him in the face with the palm of my hand. I could see the shock on his face that I was even moving. The blow itself wasn’t that strong. The shock went away after a few seconds and I could tell he was about to really go nuts.
I jumped to my feet and punched him in the face several times. None of them were very hard, but enough to distract him. He lunged at me and I stepped out of the way and jumped onto his back. I locked my arm around his neck in a choke hold as I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on for dear life. He ran and thrashed about as I sank my grip in tighter and tighter. After a couple of minutes, he slowed down, barely getting his arms over his head. Then he went to his knees. I stayed on my feet but kept the choke hold in place. His body began to sag and finally went totally limp. I continued to hold on for another minute to make sure he was gone.
I let go of his lifeless body and looked down at him. I wasn’t sure how I was supposed to feel, but I didn’t feel anything other than relief. It was still dark and I was amazed no one had even driven by. From there, I wasn’t sure what to do. So I ran back to my car and drove home. As I drove home it began to rain. I realized years later that the rain would have washed away any DNA or evidence I may have left behind. It was God protecting his warrior.
That was my first human kill. Not nearly as neat and tidy as my work now, but you have to start somewhere.
I was about to reach Nancy Martinez’s house when I saw it; the Bishop’s car sitting across the street from her place. I kept driving and looped around the block. This was going to mess up my plans, big time. That guy was everywhere.
Chapter 13
Not sure what else to do, I sat a block down from Nancy’s house and kept an eye out. It was the middle of the day, but I was used to keeping a low profile during the day. The Tahoe had tinted windows so that helped a lot. The worse thing was nosy neighbors coming up asking what you were doing. It would be even worse if they were to call the cops to check me out, so I turned the Tahoe off and moved to the backseat where I couldn’t be seen. It was really too hot to be sitting in a parked car, but this was the kind of sacrifice that came with the territory. After a few minutes, the Bishop came walking out with Nancy Martinez behind him. In Nancy’s arms was a baby, the same one I had seen her kill. They all got into his Lincoln and drove off. This day was quickly becoming unproductive. Instead of doing more following, I decided to head back to the church. I figured I needed to check in and see if anything new was going on.
When I got back to the church, Jeff Garza, my
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