Perfect.
“The date is November thirteenth, the time is twenty-three hundred pm,” I spoke into the recorder as I clipped the microphone on my smock. “Today’s specimen is alive and well but has been a bitch his entire life. He’s been itching for this day to come, and I’m more than happy to oblige.” I assessed his frame and frown. “Specimen doesn’t have much of a package, so I can understand why my girl never gave him the pussy. She would have definitely gotten a rug burn.” Dragging my eyes back up to his face, I frowned. “What you thought you were going to do with that cocktail sausage, boy?”
“That’s a damn shame!” Pops leaned up in disgust, shaking his head. “Ain’t no way you’re my nephew with that lil’ cashew shaped muthafucka. How do you even bust with that?”
Ignoring my dad, I got back to the task at hand and began the procedure. I’d never done an autopsy on a live victim before, and the shit had me excited.
“Ahhh!” he screamed as I used the scalpel and began making his Y-incision at his left shoulder. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Shut up, nigga,” I murmured as I slid the blade down his abdomen before making my way to the right side. Fluid beganslowly seeping out. “You need to drink more water, too, bitch. Slow draining-ass blood.”
“Please, man, don’t do this shit!” he cried as I finished the incision, placing the scalpel back on the table. “You can’t do this to me!”
“I can do whatever the fuck I want to do!” I sneered, picking up the clamps to peel back his skin and hold it in place. I could hear one of the fellas behind me gag, but I was too fascinated by seeing the beats and movements of the working organs. Leaning forward into the mic, I began to speak. “Specimen appears to have all his organs intact and in perfect health. They won’t be for long, though.”
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Ahhhh!!! Ahhh!!!” His shrilled screams echoed through the warehouse as I began to break his ribs. “I can’t take this pain!”
“Victim is trying to tap out, but he doesn’t know I have a relationship with the devil himself.” I smiled down at him. This nigga had tears and snot everywhere. “Boko said the elixir I gave you will keep you alive for hours. We have all night, TJ, but I’m not going to be here long. I have to pull up on my girl and drop dick in her.” I cracked another rib, giving me access to his left lung. “She doesn’t know it yet, but her ass is coming back home tonight.”
“Blossom…”
Smack!
“Don’t say her name, bitch.” I slapped the shit out of him, sending his fluids flying everywhere. “You'd better be glad I didn’t kill you in front of her. I should have snapped your fuckin’ neck and dropped you at her feet for touching her today.”
TJ may have thought he was a step ahead of me, but I always had the upper hand. From the day he met the white girl, Sara, to the moment he killed her at his hotel, to him watching us across the street from the salon, I knew his every move. I hadto be strategic about how I maneuvered to get rid of him. When he watched me leave the parking lot of the hair salon, I had eyes on him as I doubled back and slid into the back of Sara’s old-ass Honda. I wanted to go in Dai’s shop and air that muthafucka out, but I didn’t want to fall out with my boy, Mayhem. It was bad enough that I told him to send me the bill for all the damage TJ had caused. Blossom called me while I was on the way to the warehouse to tell me what had happened but assured me she was okay. I told her I had business to handle, I loved her, and that I would see her later.
“I-I love her, and you took her from me,” TJ spoke weakly. I could tell he was losing consciousness, and that’s not what I wanted. If he was going to pass out, I could just kill him and go on about my night. “Everyone I loved in my life, you guys took them from me.”
“Boo-fuckin’-hoo, nigga,” I mocked him while picking up my scalpel to remove his left lung. It took me a few minutes to cut through the tissues and vessels, but I finally had it removed. Holding it up for him to see, I allowed the fluids to drip onto his face before turning to show my audience.
“What the fuck?” My father jumped back, tripping over my Uncle Amir. “JJ, get that shit away from me, nigga! That’s a fuckin’ lung.”
Smiling at his reaction, I kicked the locks on the slab’s wheels and pushed it across the room. Ignoring the guys around me as they shrilled about the open body, I glanced down at TJ. He was slowly fading, but that was fine; the show was almost over.
“Wake up, nigga!” I slapped his face with his lung a few times. “I have one more surprise for you.”
Lifting the slab, I pressed the button to the left of me and watched as the floor in the middle of the room opened. A small pool bubbled beneath us, and I couldn’t help but smirk. This was truly a full-circle moment.
“What are you about to do to me?” he whimpered as his eyes rolled toward the water. “Don’t drown me. Please.”
“For once in your life, be a man.” I mugged him as I hovered. “From what I hear, when your father died, he screamed like a bitch. Come to think of it, your mother did too. I sliced that fat bitch from ear to ass with a smile on my face.” I grinned as I pulled Kimbo from my back. “You want to see a magic trick?” I wiggled my brows, holding up his lung over the pool. “This is some cool-ass shit.”
Holding the lung above the water, I used my blade, slicing it down the middle. Once the blood and fluid hit the water, a school of vicious piranha reared their ugly heads. Snapping sounds filled the room, and it didn’t take long for TJ to catch on. Dropping the organ into the pool, it didn’t take long before the brutal fish gathered around and tore it apart.
“No! No!” He found the strength to yell but couldn’t move. “I’ll leave town and never come back! I will never bother Blossom or your family again!”
“Oh, I know.” I nodded for Marshall to help me lift the slab. “Blossom will rest at night knowing you or her brother will ever come near her again. You always wanted to know about your father and the way he died, right? Tell that pussy-ass nigga to give you the full disclaimer in hell. Kiss your mammy for me, bitch.”
“Ahhhhh!!!” His screams made my heart cry tears of utter joy as we dumped his butchered and bloodied body into the water. The blue waves turned crimson in a flash as I stepped back and watched the fish tear his body apart in seconds.
“A child reunited with his parents.” I nodded, turning toward my boy, who just eyed me in shock. “I’m really out here doing God’s work.”
Facing my father and uncles, they said nothing as they looked into the pool before dragging their eyes back to me. For a moment, we all just stared; that was until Jaseon spoke.
“You know, I want to apologize for thinking at the big age you are that I could fuck with you. I always thought you were your daddy’s son, but you’re much worse.” Taking slow steps back, he held his hands up in surrender as he eased toward the exit. “You got it, baby boy. I can’t compete where I don’t compare.”
