September 25th, 2012. | Chicago, IL.

16 year old Von walked down the streets of his city, Chicago, the cold brush of wind pushing against his face.

His creased Jordan's hit the pavement with soft taps, bobbing his head to the beat of the music by 2 Chainz that played through his earphones.

"Yo what up Grandson!" An old head called, and Von looked up.

"Take yo old ass on folks nem!" Von laughed, nodding his head at the man who sat on the bench in front of the corner store.

Almost everyone in his hood knew him, and if you didn't you must've been keeping a very low profile.

Dayvon was known to get into trouble around Chicago. He went through everybody's hood with his heart out, itching to get in some beef with someone.

He loved to fight. His dad had taught him before he died four years ago, in a murder suicide. In the day and age they lived in, you either had a gun, or you knew how to fight.

Von couldn't afford ammo for his gun at the moment, and he hadn't came across anybody to rob that had some, so he relied on his fists. He loved the attention he got in Chicago as one of the young bulls that were bound to grow up to be one of the hardest.

Although Von frequently visited other hoods in Chicago, none of his 'opps' stepped foot in O Block. He didn't even play like that.

At the young age of 16, Von had already caught 3 bodies. 2 of them from the hood of STL/EBT, which was better known as TookaVille, named after Tooka, who Von had killed earlier this year after a heated exchange at the bus stop. The third body, he didn't like to talk about.

His iPhone 5 buzzed in his pocket, and he reached down, grabbing it. The brand new phone had just been released four days prior, and Von was lucky enough to have snatched it off of some old white man in Uptown.

He chuckled at the tweet he was being tagged in, his best friend, James, better know as T Roy had mentioned him to come down to the basketball court.

Von wondered to himself if he should go down there, knowing he had two bodies from the hood the court was located in, and he didn't feel like getting into trouble right now.

"Fuck it." Von mumbled, running across the street, and down some steps into the train station.

He purposely bumped into a man, slickly sliding his hand in his coat pocket and grabbing his train ticket within a few seconds.

"Sorry." Von stepped to the side, and the man nodded, walking past him.

Von smirked, running to the train and stepping on just before the door could close.

He held on to the rail of the semi empty train as it began to move.

About 10 minutes later, the train stopped to pick up a few more passengers, and then Von sighed in relief knowing the next stop was his to get off on.

Feeling a hard glare on him, he looked up, looking around, before locking eyes with Gikirah, better known as KI.

KI was the twin sister of Shondale, who had been killed by a member from O Block. Shondale and KI were in STL/EBT, the biggest hood that O Block had beef with.

The beef started when KI killed a highly respected member of O'Block, which was previously called WIIC City, ODee. The name change happened after ODee died, paying their respects.

Von immediately stood up, and KI did as well. Von didn't give her time to prepare before he swung his right fist hard, hitting her in her jaw.

She tried swinging back, and he ducked two of her hits, uppercutting her. He kept his face up, swinging his fists quick, watching her face began to leak blood as she threw hard hits at his body.

He hissed once she caught him in his jaw, and he swung as hard as he could twice more, knocking her out.

Her body hit the ground with a thud, and he spit blood out of his mouth, landing on her chest.

"You a pretty lil bitch ion know why you try so hard to be a nigga folks nem. Get yo pussy ass up." Von picked her up, carefully sitting her in the seat of the train and chuckling.

The train stopped, and he got off, taking a glance at her as she groggily became back conscious just as the train pulled off.

"Dyke ass hoes bra." He chuckled, tweeting that he'd just beat her ass on the train.

About three days later, KI mentioned Von on Twitter, telling him how she'd just beat one of his potna's' up.

He chuckled, replying to the tweet and trolling her. The two of them proceeded to exchange texts for a few days, Von trolling her the entire time to get under her skin.

Von shook his head, dialing T Roy's number to see where he was at, currently bored in the broke down apartment he lived in by himself.

After no answer, he sighed in boredom, walking out of his apartment. He picked the door up to close it, before jogging down the stairs.

He frowned his face up at the small crowd of men, both young and old standing by the green block.

"Say what y'all on folks nem?" He approached the O Block members, dapping them up.

"They got Big A grandson. I'm sorry folks." One of the men, Drilla, told him, and Von rose an eyebrow.

Big A was sort of a father figure to Von. Von mostly raised himself, his mother a junkie and his father passing a few years ago. Big A had been looking out for Von since he was a kid. Teaching him the ropes of the game and attempting to keep him out of trouble.

"Who got him what?" Von chuckled, before frowning at their sad expressions, and he felt like his heart shattered.

"I'm sorry V Roy." Another old head ruffled his hair as the crowd dispersed. Von swallowed the lump in his throat at the news of his very close friend, almost family, dying.

His phone buzzed, and he slowly slid it out, seeing KI mentioning him in tweets, letting him know that members of STL had ran down on Big A, killing him.

Rage filled his body as he jogged up the stairs, kicking the door down of his neighbors apartment, knowing he wasn't there.

He ransacked the drawers, before pulling out a Glock 42 .380 auto caliber pistol. He removed the clip, seeing it loaded with 15 bullets.

Von aggressively wiped his tears, sniffing as he pulled his hood over his head. He tucked the gun in the front pocket, jogging back down the stairs.

He ran all the way to the train station, taking the 10 minute ride to Saint Laurent's, where members of STL and EBT lived.

He got off the trains, pulling his black sweats up and walking down the late night autumn streets of Chicago.

He didn't allow his thoughts to flood his mind, closing them out as he listened to his surroundings.

"Grandson?" A voice whispered, and he instantly raised the gun in the direction, before smacking his lips.

"T Roy what da' fuck is you doing out here mane? And by your self?" Von frowned at his best friend, standing behind the bushes with him.

"I'm here for Big A nigga, fuck you mean folks?" James mugged him, and Von chuckled.

"Great minds think alike. I'm on Gikirah ass whenever I see her on god she dying." Von mumbled, scanning his eyes over the block.

"Well you in luck nigga. Her and a few of them opps ass niggas round' da' cona'." T Roy spoke in his heavy accent, and Von smirked.

"We sliding folks?" Von reached his hand out, and James grinned, doing their signature handshake before both of them laughed.

They ran from behind the bushes, and Von laughed at the Glock that T Roy was carrying, knowing he'd probably stole it just like he did.

The rounded the corner, and Von locked eyes with Gikirah, who immediately stood up.

Von and James began shooting, Von aiming directly at KI. Once he seen her body drop, he emptied the clip to the other six men on the same porch she was in.

Von heard a thud as people took cover, some bystanders screaming. He looked over, before his eyes widened seeing T Roy bleeding out on the ground, clutching his neck as it gushed blood.

"James!" Von immediately rushed to his side, before Von groaned, a loud ringing sensation clouding his brain as a bullet flew past his ear.

He grabbed his ear, looking down at T Roy as more shots rang out.

"Fuck!" Von ducked, running away from the scene. Tears brimmed in his eyes, knowing he had to leave his best friend to die, or he'd be dead as well.

Anyway, GDK! 😹